Who raised these kids anyways?

Today is one of those special kinds of days in parenting.  Every parent knows which kind of day I mean.  The kids paint the bathroom with nail polish, wear mascara as lipstick, bite eachother and draw blood, scowled at by strangers, poop on the floor in the libarary kind of days....and it is only noon.  This is the point in which someone says "don't worry, it can only get better from here".   Sadly I can't stay and let that someone tell me it is all going to get better, I just saw my children run past the front window naked and covered in mud.