this is me eating my words

They are both upstairs in separate rooms right now, screaming at the top of their lungs in outraged defiance, kicking walls & slamming doors (ok, Lizzie was only kicking her crib and to my knowledge, did not slam any doors; I'm exaggerating). They are supposed to be sleeping peacefully. I've only been home 30 minutes and I've given two spankings and broken up two fights. Occasionally the raucous is strikingly similar to the earthquakes we've been having.

I vaguely remember saying something both last night and this morning about making progress with sleeping and behavior. Ummm, yeah. Some progress.