To illustrate my point

I just finished giving Jimmy another bath. He had an accident while potty training. He snuck down to the basement and was fingerpainting on the wall with his own feces. He's five. I am not freaked out - in fact, I am resigned to the fact that he does stuff like this. But it still makes life difficult. Jacob doesn't do such things and he's two. I could say I want normal, but it isn't worth longing for. It doesn't seem like it is ever going to happen.

I am sorry I am so negative. It's one perpetual pity party today.