34 and falling apart

Ok, so Thursday the 13th I turned 34. I have to say it was not a very good day from start to finish. There were a few highlights, but over all it was not a very good birthday. It's just gotten worse since then. I have almost completely lost my voice, but my throat doesn't hurt, so I guess that's the good thing. I'm going to try to not talk at all tomorrow - I'm not sure how that's going to work with the girls, but I'm really going to rely on Randy to take over. Now that is a problem too since Randy has a bad case of poison ivy. It's spreading because he can't stop scratching! We've done everything we know to do other than go to the doctor. We are trying to avoid that because it's too expensive. The girls haven't been super cooperative the last few days, so that's been a pain. Olivia's not having a very good week with the potty training. I had my first mental break down while running today. I didn't go as far as I wanted to and I couldn't even talk myself into it. Usually I play the mental game and I'm able to talk myself into going farther, but not today. I feel defeated. WOW, that was a lot of griping, but sometimes that's all there is to do!
I hope everyone else is doing better than I am!