As a teenager, I was quite the reader.   Many a Saturday morning was spent biking to the local library with my sister, picking up a few new novels, stopping off at the corner store for a handful of five-cent atomic fireballs and back home again to lounge around reading the afternoon away.  I know, I was such a party animal.

Of course, now as a 24/7/365 mother of the busiest, loudest kids on the planet, the only things I find myself reading are medicine bottle labels, parenting articles, internet research on various hs stuff and  (tah dah) blogs.  

To remedy this, I keep a current novel in my library (AKA the bathroom).  I may not NEED to sit there as long as I do (if you get my drift) however, I stay until I'm done with a paragraph at least.   Or until I hear that infamous knock on the door "MAAAAHHHMEEEEE -- MOMMY WHERE AAAAARRRREEE YOU!"   To which I reply "Mommy's not HEEEYER"

"Mommy, whatcha doin' in there?!"

"Reading, I'll be out in a minute."

"Mommy, come out!"

"No."

"Mommy, did you go pee-pee?"

"Yes."

"Good.  Can I have a Skittle?"

Needless to say, reading break is over and back to reality.  Currently, my Mommy's Bathroom Book Club consists of the following titles:

#1 "Breaking Free" by Beth Moore

#2 "Dreaming With God" by Bill Johnson

No, there's no particular rhyme or reason to the numbers.  It's not like I read Beth Moore's book for peepee, etc.  Although, I COULD devise a plan and call it the Pooey Decimal System (copyright pending).

Of course, sometimes on the potty you just want to shop, right?  So, there's a few catalogs in my book club too.   Which reminds me.  I have a beef with catalogs.  They generate such feelings of dissatisfaction, if you think about it.  Catalogs exist to tell us what we don't have or that what we DO have is not good enough.  I bet, if I took the time to make a list of things I'm grateful for and THEN opened a catalog or magazine I would have a completely different experience.  Of course, if I HAD the time to make a list -- and it would be a long one -- then it stands to reason that I would also have the time to read out in the living room like a normal person and not cooped up in my tiny yellow powder room, hiding from my offspring.  

Alrighty, I'm done preachin'.  Gotta go - I've got a paragraph calling my name : )