Drinking Vodka until the cows come home....

You know those episodes of Super Nanny where the kids throw loud screaming fits over absolutely nothing and the parents are screaming, yelling, spanking, throwing out threats that aren't working???

Our house was almost identical to those shows tonight.

I truly don't know where to begin on what happened, the most frustrating part is neither of us can tell you what happened.  HELL happened, and that's really all we know.  It technically started this morning before school and began after school.  But from 6:30 until 8:00pm both children were in timeout.  Both kids have been screaming, crying and acting like they don't understand English and we've never punished them a day in their lives this entire time. 

Everything was a fight EVERYTHING people.  I just had to hold my two year old down and fight to get her pj's on.  I don't know if you've ever fought a two year old but I'd much rather fight and wrestle with a grown man than do that again.  It was pathetic, it was horrible and she pretty much won even though she's in her pj's and in bed.  She's kicked us, hit us, screamed bloody murder at us OVER EVERYTHING.  Bailey is now without any toys or games until we move, unless by some miracle his attitude improves, and will go straight to bed tomorrow after dinner for how rude, obnoxious, and disrespectful he behaved all day today.  It was a horrible fight this morning before school, it's been fighting almost constantly since he's been home AND his teacher walked him to the car again to say he fought her on doing an assignment.

It's like they were feeding off of each other or trying to see who could piss us off most.  While I handled her, Bo handled him.  Then we'd switch to make sure they both got it that neither of us were backing down and we meant business.  They didn't give us a moment of peace or a minute to eat our dinner.  It was a constant up down battle with timers going off every few minutes, all of us yelling and screaming at each other.

It was HELL absolute hell.

Now they're in bed, the house is quiet and my ears are ringing as if they don't know what to do with no screaming children.

We keep looking at each other, shake our heads and say 'What the fuck just happened?' and the other says 'I have no fucking clue'.

I've never witnessed anything like that in my entire life. 

I'm confused as hell.  Tired as fuck.  And pissed off.

Damn good thing we have a ginormous bottle of Vodka in the house.