...that start out good enough, with the kids playing quietly and actually enjoying each others' company.
...that the arguing doesn't start until after lunch.
...that the arguing escalates to fist fights that won't stop.
...that I get absolutely nothing done because I'm too busy playing referee.
...when I really hate being a single parent.
...when I finally just tell the next kid who runs to me "if you're here to whine, complain, or tattle, I don't want to hear it".
...when kids get banished to their bedrooms for extended periods of time in a desperate attempt to regain peace.
...when all I want to do is find someone to watch the kids for 2 hours so that I can go out and run to clear my head.
...when I feel so overwhelmed that I just want to hide in the bathroom and cry, but I can't because someone else always needs to use it.
And good or bad, we'll get through all of them one way or another.