Hubby is working from home in our upstairs bedroom. At some point around 4pm I go in there to say hello…
Hubby: *starts talking to me about something in a kind of loud voice*
Me: SSSSSSSSH!!!
Hubby: What?
Me: Because the kids will hear you talking and they’ll know you’re talking to me and THEY’LL COME LOOKING FOR ME! I’m HIDING!
Hubby: !!!!
Sure enough, ten seconds later the kids come running and I am leaning against the door, holding it shut while they call “DADDY! MOMMY! ARE YOU IN THERE?” and I laugh hysterically in that really-stressed-out-and-over-the-top-losing-my-mind kind of way.
Hubby eventually forces me to let the kids in. Dammit. At least he’s smart/kind enough to run interference for a few minutes while I regain my grip on my sanity.
Some days are just like that. I need a better hiding spot.
