Say what?

Everyone is on the mend in the Snarky house. However too much time under one roof and extended illness has worn on me and Mr. Von Snarky.
With so much going on we lost the ability to speak to one another in the same language. I was speaking Crabby Bitch and he was speaking Dickhead all weekend long. It was long weekend of misunderstandings, rude gestures and slammed doors. No matter how hard we tried we just couldn't communicate. It got so bad that I left the house looking forward to being jostled around Trader Joe's searching for food I know they ran out of. I was thinking of running away, for just an hour or so but I couldn't think of anywhere worthwile to go that didn't involve spending lots of money. So I came home determined that I would not speak to Dickhead, that I would keep Crabby Bitch to myself. Last night, Sunday night, we finally started to speak to each other in the same language.
It happens every few months or so, we turn into other people and battle it out til the death, pointing fingers and giving looks that would make fur fall off a cat. This is certainly not the example we want to be setting for our son. Poor thing is so not prepared for when this happens because we don't speak Crabby Bitch and Dickhead on a regular basis. It was so bad the three year old was trying to mediate. And in that moment I went from feeling like a Crabby Bitch to a big jerk.
Everything is returning to normal, we are beginning to see eye to eye again. Thank you for all the lovely get well messages.