When I used to picture my future house, it always had a library in it. A cozy room with full length bookshelves stocked with the classics. It would be a place that my kids could go to study in quiet and I could escape to and settle in with a good book. There would be rich colors and comfy arm chairs that dwarfed the average person. Ah yes, my library. I do have a library now, but if differs slightly from my imagined one. The arm chair is porcelain and the classics range from Dave Barry to Baby 411. The bathroom is my sanctuary. As a child I used to use it as a place to avoid the dishes, now I use it to get my reading in. Rookie Dad has started to catch on however. He started by asking if I am "actually doing anything in there or are you just reading?". Now after enough time goes by he will bring Vivi in and sit her on my lap and then walk out.
I think it's time to bring back the squirt bottle that I was given at the hospital so that I can keep up the appearances of a legitimate bathroom visit.
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