Am I playing Hide and Seek with the kids? No. I'm just hiding. Sssh. They might hear.
The downstairs toilet is a good one. I'm doing my MA so there's plenty of reading to be done. Two birds, one stone.
The kitchen is a good one, there is food in there too. Bonus.
Oddly, the bath is not a good hiding place. They will find you and torture you (with bath toys up your bum.)
I have found a new place lately. The oven. Not in it - that's just weird I just sort of hog the warmth from the heat of the oven. The kids think I'm cooking. It's all cool.
What do you mean "losing my shit?"