I ran upstairs this morning to brush my hair. I only need two minutes. I just want to brush my hair, no product, no tool (other than the brush), nothing else, I just needed two minutes! I only had three minutes till it’s time to run out the door for the bus. I’m upstairs half brushed when I hear the printer going nuts, beeping and squawking. I yell down the stairs “you know you don’t play with the stuff on Mommy’s desk!” The girls all get real quite but the printer is still going crazy. I run down stairs with brush in hand, hair sticking up outrageously and temper out of hand, to find all the girls staring at me. They are standing in the middle of the foyer nowhere near the printer or said desk. The cat is laying on top of the printer and lazily swiping his paw across all the keys on the front of said printer. My youngest looks at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes and says “It wasn’t me Mommy.” I felt like the biggest heal around. I had to apologize to the girls.