What Kind of Day?

Do you ever judge how good a day you had based on the number of times you had to use your kids' middle names?

How about by how much of you screaming, "GET OUT OF MY ROOM RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" got caught on the phone message you were leaving for a new sister on your visiting teaching route?

Do you ever judge your day based on the amount of chocolate/apple pie/sugar you ate to keep you from killing your offspring?

Yeah, me either. Just wondering.