At a loss

If you had asked me 2 weeks ago if C was potty trained, I would have said yes.  If you asked me today, I would say not really.  We've been having about 1 accident a day for the last week or so, and last night he pooped in his pants (other than during sleep since the first time since we finally got him to poop on the potty).  What the heck is going on?  C doesn't really like the whole stopping to go potty.  It makes him angry.  I'm not sure how to deal with this aspect b/c this is what makes him have accidents.

In other news, I'm bored out of my mind.  I've mostly been homebound since Sunday afternoon between me and C being sick.  I feel fine, and would like to get out, but beyond running errands, I don't want to share C's germs.  The poor hair stylist (whom I have never met) will likely get her ear talked off tonight when she cuts my hair.  No idea what I'm having done with my hair.  If I could lose 10 more pounds I would chop it all off really short, but I don't want to go to Argentina w/o the ability to pull it back.   

Oh, and just a note about the weather.  What is up.  Beautiful yesterday afternoon.  I go for a run in the evening (whole other tedious story), and I feel like I'm going to be blown away like an umbrella.  Today it's cloudy and crzy windy.  The wind ripped our storm door open last night (early morning) and then slammed it shut.  It woke me up, and I was freaked out until I figured what it was.  I opened the door and pulled it closed to discover the wind had taken my wreath and wreath hanger right off.  No idea if I'll find it today.  I have decided that the weather is like a menopausal woman.  She just can't decide what the hell she wants, and there's no use reasoning with her.  So dear Earth, please take your estrogen or progesterone and lets get back to the warm weather.  Thanks.