Hmmm. Aeons ago when my dds were probably 9 and 12, and driving me mad with endless ‘fighting’ noise, plus the dog joining in with barking, and they would not stop, despite my repeated pleading, I felt like running away and leaving them. (Dh was away for work at the time.).
Dear GNers, I actually did it! I got in the car, drove over 2 hours to a friend I hadn’t seen for ages, and stayed the night.
Turned up on the doorstep saying, ‘I’ve run away from my children!’ (As I’d known she would, she just found it hilarious.)
It was lovely!
Gave dds a bit of a shock, though!