People wonder why I need anxiety meds....

So this past week was a whirlwind of activity. Brady came home from school on Monday and threw up. He woke up Tuesday morning and every morning this week, with a fever. Strep test came back positive so that set off my plight to keep the children separated. And you just know that those blessed angels will always do what I ask them to do. NOT. So I was downstairs doing a little cleaning and then went upstairs to get in the shower. I notice Lily's door is closed so I go and open it. Both kids are in there. Brady is for some reason naked from the waist down. There's a huge wet spot on the floor, and a foul odor coming from the room. Being the awesome mother that I am, I immediately start yelling. Not the best way of dealing with things but it makes me feel better. It also keeps me from choking them which was my next instinct. In my blinding rage, I send my husband a text that tells him he better come home before I go to jail for murder. I then make my beloved spawn children sit in the hallway and read books. I know that's not a great punishment to use, but it worked at the time. Again, just trying to keep from committing murder. Not really caring if I scar them from reading. So Brian comes home and once again the yelling commences because once again--it makes us feel better and it keeps us from murdering the spawn. We finally got the story of what happened out of these children. Lily pee'd in a bucket. They then proceeded to try and make our kitten drink the pee from the bucket. Brady then proceeded to spill the pee all in the floor. Needless to say there was lots of yelling. There was also some not so nice cursing like a sailor. Again, not our finest parenting moment. However, next time this scenario plays out in your house, I'd like to see how you handle it better. They're both still banned from getting near or touching the cat.