You know you had a good day when:

--You wake up and there are no kids waiting for you downstairs.
--You watch home videos and realize your childhood was happier than you thought.
--You can drive around and talk to sister about stuff you don't even remember.
--You want to do household chores.
--You want to work out.
--You write a very long essay and post it for the whole world to see.
--You feel totally sexy even if you don't look it.
--You are alone in the house again.
--You watch old episodes of Saved By the Bell and realize...What the heck were they wearing?
--You can't go to sleep that night, even though there wasn't anything particularly special about that day, but all you know is the fear of waking up tomorrow to kids waiting for you downstairs, that chip back on your shoulder, laziness, and no privacy whatsoever.

This is what I call a good day. A great day...I'll tell you when I have one.