I hid from my kid today.
It was one of those days...
The ones where I, as a mother, am apparently doing nothing right.
Carolyn whined and cried pretty much all morning long.
Any time I tried to do anything, she would hang on my leg, and scream, begging to be picked up.
I spanked her twice for messing with stuff she knows she's not supposed to touch.
That set off a round of prolonged screaming, kicking, and tantrum throwing.
When I'd finally had pretty much all I could handle, I ran upstairs while she was mid-tantrum and hid behind the recliner in her room.
I'm not going to lie, I felt pretty smug that I managed to keep my location a secret from her for longer than five minutes.