I once backed out of my driveway - dressed to the nines for a core team meeting - and took out an entire Hefty bag full of garbage and dirty diapers. The mess was strewn from the curb to the mailboxes on the center island of our cul-de-sac. That I got it shoveled up with a push-broom and wrestled into a new Hefty bag without getting it on ME, and still made it to work on time, was nothing short of a miracle. I feel ya - it's a sliding scale, what constitutes "a good day," isn't it?