I'm under the bed...

Shhhh, it's Friday morning and I'm hiding from the children. I'm dreading the day ahead, they are all at a particularly tricky stage (meaning between birth and leaving home)and to be honest, it's bloody hard work and I'm finding it all too much. So I'm taking the adult approach and hiding under the bed.
To be honest, I don't know how long I will get away with it. Mr D has to go to work in a minute and unfortunately they are savvy enough to look in the most obvious place (it's not the first time!).
Now, where are those jammy biscuits I squirrelled away last time?