3 weeks.
That's how long it took before the fighting reached a fever pitch and I did, indeed, turn that car around.
We were on our way to Science City and way too many of my daughters were going to war over loud breathing, water bottle ownership and seating arrangements.
2 blocks from the house, I pulled a "U-ie" and proclaimed that I no longer wanted to spend any time with "you people".
We pulled into the garage at a frightening speed and I requested that they all kindly "get all their crap out of my van".
Then I went inside and finished off the first season of Severance while I patiently waited for them to knock and apologize one by one.
It had to be done.
I let them stew for a few hours and then we set out for the Asian Market in search of unfamiliar snacks we could try.
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