They were words of despair (don't worry I already know I'm being dramatic). See, I had locked myself in my office, just a few minutes to myself was all I needed. Actually, they didn't even have to be to myself; just a few minutes to relax would have sufficed. I had scheduled it after all. Yes, I have to schedule my time to relax. After being at school all day, coming home, lending a good listening ear to my husband, hearing all about my children's day, handing out snacks, and some very wise council, digging through backpacks trying to decipher the important from the not important, I then cooked dinner. After which (lucky me) I played referee to "he hit me", and my favorite, "he called me stupid", and then all I wanted to do was relax. That was the plan. I wanted to sit on the couch and watch reruns of Keeping up with the Kardashians, or, whatever non educational but very entertaining show happened to be on. However, it was short lived, and I soon found myself upstairs locked in my office trying my darnedest to "relax". Then..."they found me". The last words I uttered before writing this post.