I am exhausted

I have nothing to show for all of my exhaustion.
The baby has learned that a small cry or whine will not get her the attention she wants. So for the past two or three days she ramps it all the way up to the red faced, top of her lungs, "someone's killin' me scream" for things like being laid down or being left alone in a room.
All the while the three year old is refusing to poop again. It doesn't make any sense to me but he will do whatever it takes not to use the bathroom. After somehow managing to pee on every stitch of clothing he was wearing while sitting on his potty, then he spent the next 30 minutes crying on the toilet that he couldn't go. He is so strong willed! No bribe would work. I have finally put him to bed. Kayelynn cried herself to sleep while I was messing with Trey. Now I am sitting in my rocking chair surrounded by toys of all kinds and laundry that needs folded. I feel like a vegetable and hope we all wake up tomorrow with brighter outlooks on life.