“Mom? Where are you? Mom, hellooooo? Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Jake called without taking a breath.  I held mine.

“Don’t even breathe, Susan…just be still,”  I cautioned myself knowing my serenity was hanging by a string.  I wondered what they wanted already.  I had only enjoyed a quick check of my email, a half a glass of wine and maybe three potato chips before they came calling.  “Ask your friggin father!” I silently commanded.

As their footsteps became more distant, I thought perhaps I was safe.  I smiled victoriously to myself, took another sip of wine and bit into one of my delicious potato chips.  It was the loudest potato chip ever.

“Ah-ha!”  My husband yelled. “I found her, boys!  She’s in here.”

“You’re an ass,” I said.

“You’re terrible at hiding.  I already used this spot yesterday,” my husband replied.

I thought that I had found a great hiding place in my kid’s tee-pee , and while they were playing Wii, I was sitting enjoying some peace and quiet.  However, since my husband gave up my location my Mommy-timeout was short lived.  With my bathroom door lock broken, my tee-pee hideout discovered, I’ll be scouting out my next quiet spot.  If it wasn’t 14 degrees I’d try the garage or attic, but in the meantime, it’s going to have to have heat.

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