What was I thinking?

come on school bus.  I can't take anymore of the fighting between my two boys.  I feel like I am ALWAYS playing ref, and I hate it.  CANT THEY GET ALONG FOR TWO MINUTES?  It's days like this that make me wonder why I had two, and am I really crazy enough to want more?  Today, no, no more, and I'd gladly pay someone to take the two I have.  UGH, oh well, I have em and can't send them back.