One of Those Nights

If your son didn't spill his dinner on the floor and then eat yours, you had a better night than me. If your son didn't come to you walking like a cowboy who rode his horse three days too long because he filled his pants, you had a better night than me. If you didn't realize your son not only filled his pants, but also pooped down his leg and on your floor, you had a better night than me.  If you didn't have to disinfect the sink like a hazmat unit because you had to wash your sons shorts in it, you had a better night than me. If your daughter didn't find you scrubbing poo from everything you could find hilarious, you had a better night than me. I think it's safe to say you had a better night than me.