I always see people posting on social media about their plans and hopes for the new year. I never really post anything like that because in years past the new year simply brought more of the same. Meltdowns, tantrums, screaming, tears (usually those are from me). I have always felt so hopeless because of difficult child. This year I was hoping for better. He had been doing well, except for some pre-Christmas troubles, so I thought that maybe, just maybe, 2014 might be different. Yeah. And then reality comes crashing down on me and I realize pretty quickly into the new year that 2014 is pretty much going to be the same as 2013, 2012, 2011 and on and on and on. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to hope.