I keep trying to reply to all your posts, but I keep getting interrupted. Last interruption, one of my clients pulled down her pants and shat on the floor. In the living room. One staff was so close to her when it happened, she was splattered. I cleaned the mess up, my coordinator under me cleaned the client up. I told her afterward, "It's a good thing I love you."

And THAT is an appropriate mixture of frustration, disgust, and love; properly stated.