When Madhubby* and I have an argument, we really have an argument. I yell, I throw things, I kick things, I break things...you see a pattern, here? I am a physical fighter. Madhubby is a slow burner. He does not yell or throw things. He sits back and waits for me to wear myself out. Only then can we have a semi-rational conversation.
Our fighting style works for us. We hash things out pretty well this way. But, the downside is we are loud and our kids sometimes hear us fighting, which I know is bad for their emotional well-being.
So damage control has to be done post-argument. We talk to the children and reassure them that we love them and that parents fight. It's a natural part of relationships. We do the best we can. Hopefully, they won't end up scarred by the booming noises of our arguing or by the decidedly different, yet equally vociferous, noises of our reconciliation.
*I know, it's 2009, and I promised a new moniker for the hubs. No progress yet, so MH it is for now.