After spending 12 hours with my kids, they would spend about 6 of those fighting with each other and me pulling my hair out and wanting to bash their heads toge

After spending 12 hours with my kids, they would spend about 6 of those fighting with each other and me pulling my hair out and wanting to bash their heads together because they can't see their way past their rage for the other's existence. No matter what I try, they just cannot accept that each other have free will to do as they please and that isn't always going to coincide with what they want and they need to learn to be okay with that. 12 hours straight with them is like putting all of us in a torture chamber. They're angels when they're apart, but put them in the same room together for more than 20 minutes and it's like the Blair Witch Project. By the end of the weekend, I find myself longing for Monday for them to go back to school and be separated from one another :D