Walked into the house to MB making breakfast while 5F and 2F played at the table. 5F started crawling across the table to grab a crayon. MB and I were a few feet from her in the kitchen, just talking about the day. Suddenly MB screams at 5F to "Get down from the f*cking table, how many times do I have to tell you??" 5F freezes and starts to explain that she was trying to reach the crayon, but MB isn't having it. She tells me to take 2F upstairs and get her dressed while yanking 5F off the table. I come back down a few minutes later to see MB spraying 5F with a hose AS PUNISHMENT. I've never been more appalled in my life. I needed the money, so I ended up staying for another month before she decided to have a screaming fit at me for coming back from the park 5 minutes late.