Tantrums, Tirades and Too Much Yelling

Why, oh why must boys fight all the time? I'm typically not a "yeller" when it comes to my kids. But I promise you, if I had a penny, yes just a penny, for every time I yelled at my kids in the past 4 days, I would be able to take those pennies and buy at least a pack of Cadbury Cream Eggs. That might be the only thing right now that will pull me out of this bad mood fog. I never in my life thought I would catch myself saying, "Stop trying to stick that in your brother's ear." Or, "Get those underpants off of your head while you walk down the stairs." And my personal favorite, "Please get off of your brother's head, stop giving him wedgies, take those bubbles outside and get changed out of your soaking wet clothes." It's just been sort of like that around here the last few days. The weekend was brutal as Steve and Grandpa working on insulating the garage so Cam's room (which is over the garage) is not hot enough to fry an egg this summer and cold enough in the winter to build a snowman. The boys have been fighting like brothers. I remember some pretty good fights with my sis, but I don't remember it being constant. I mean, at least we fought about realistic things, like whose turn it was to do the dishes or vacuum. But these boys, they fight just to fight. They fight to make each other laugh. They fight to make each other cry. They fight to make their mother cry. I know this is normal behavior. However, I do not have to like it. Camden's fits have returned in full force. I won't even go in to details other than to say that they are about absolutely ridiculous things. He's acting like he's two and my best solution is to send him to his room and ignore his fit throwing tirades. Last week the boys were outside for exactly 14 minutes after school (that means that had not seen each other for nearly 8 hours) and they both came in crying and complaining about what the other one did. My solution? Go to your rooms. I could not fathom why Colin had slammed Camden in the face with a ball while he was on top of the swing set while Camden screamed at Colin that he was going to kill him. It was a moment to make any mother proud. I don't know if this is an age, a stage or a phase. Whatever it is, it had better leave my house quickly. I have had a killer headache for 2 weeks, I can't seem to get a good nights sleep. This otherwise very cheerful mom just about turned herself into social services last week so she could have some time away from her kids. Is it bedtime yet?