As soon as I actually start to believe that my children have turned a corner off Obnoxious Street onto Moderately Tolerable Avenue I come to my senses. Who knew that the moaning and whining over who gets to sit on which couch would be the latest catalyst? And of course they cannot share a couch with me if it means sharing with each other. Rather than act as a buffer between them I become the magnifier of their white hot hate for each other.