This seems to be the only place where I get to read anymore. Besides in bed at night but that puts me to sleep in 2 seconds flat and I never remember what I just read.
My grandparents have a large bathroom in their basement, in which there is a huge floor to ceiling bookcase filled with old books. I don't know if that was always the shelves' purpose but I love it. I always try to visit this bathroom at least once while I'm there. I currently have out on loan an old Alfred Hitchcock thriller, which someday I will finish.
Anyway, I find that on some days the bathroom is my sanctuary. I can take a long hot shower and shave both my legs or I can sit and read, I've even been known to bring my laptop and just zone out on the web for a little while (don't laugh, you know you do it too) and all this without the pitter patter of little feet. Of course that's only when Daddy's home, otherwise I have to leave the door open.
Did I mention that Ray learned how to take the caps off of pens last week? That was a fun bathroom visit. I had squiggles and lines all up and down my thighs...
Well, whether it is a porcelain throne or a soft downy armchair I believe each of us deserves our own space from time to time.