No, not one of those "I broke my fake nail, one of my nannies was out sick, and my personal chef was a half hour late" days.
Try the day that you should have declared "redo" at 8am;
The day that could have been an episode of "The Super Nanny" or maybe is and you should go check on YouTube like right now;
The day when you can't understand why exactly you've been entrusted with not one, or two, but three children's lives when you're pretty sure you'd have trouble adopting a puppy from the pound;
The day your son said "You're being mean, Mommy" and you really were because when your son won't open up his eye so you can look in it it's clearly cause to lose all control that you barely had a semblance of anyway and you apologized and he said "I'm sorry too" and you said "What for, son?" and he said "Because I didn't listen" and you nearly died inside;
The day you realized that any and all child health issues at bedtime other than those involving vomit, blood, or explosive poop that were not present when you left them in the room two minutes prior are most likely not actual issues and rather a very smart way of getting out a bedtime;
The day that your son will no doubt remind you of with such amazing clarity later in life that you will understand why he got a full ride to medical school at which point you may finally not feel guilty about being such a douchebag, except then he'll be all "doctor"-like and tell you that there actually was something wrong with his eye so not only were you a douchebag for yelling at him, but you were a douchebag for trying to put water in his completely closed eye and call it "medicine."
And then he'll say "I'm just joking, Mom" because he got your sense of humor. But he'll still show up at every freaking family holiday gathering wearing an eye patch.
And then you'll realize that maybe it wasn't such a bad day after all.