Going Nowhere in a Hurry

You know when you're watching an old school cartoon and the character on the screen is running only he seems to be running in place and the line which he is running on is the only thing moving?

That.

I feel like I'm running in place. Going nowhere.

My medication seems to be working.

I'm not {as} angry. I'm not {as} depressed. I'm not {as} dead inside. 

There comes a point where you feel like your moods are more situational then they are related to being Bipolar.

That's where I am. 

I'm mothering an {almost} 18 year old son who doesn't have his driver's license, doesn't have a job and doesn't really have much direction on what he wants to do with his life.

I'm mothering a 13 year old son who is doing exactly what any other 13 year old should be doing {in my eyes}.

I'm mothering a 3 year old who started out doing really well in the potty training department and has since lost interest. How do you get a 3 year old interested in that anyway? The rewards don't seem to be enough {stickers and M&Ms). He is moody and hilarious and moody. Did I mention moody?

I'm fed up parenting-wise because of many reasons.

Where did I fail in raising my oldest in that he seems to want to get by, by being lazy and supported by his parents? {By the way, there are rules set in place if he is to remain under my roof once he turns 18 in October.}

Apparently I lack skills in the discipline department. I've been told this on more occasions than I can count.

There are other issues in my home-life that I choose to leave off my blog.

So now what?

My issues are situational and I lack the know how to change it.

I cry everyday and wonder where I went wrong.

I just want to have a "normal" day. A day where nobody fights and is just completely content with the moment we're in.

That's like asking for comfortable weather temperatures in August in Florida.