For 38 years, I thought I knew what restrooms were for. Showering, grooming, dental hygiene, and, you know, “resting.” After you girls were born, I was made privy to a beautiful and precious secret that you, too, will learn should you choose to become mothers someday: Bathrooms, my loves, are actually sanctuaries! These tiny rooms offer me shelter, a few moments of glorious peace from your wandering eyes and sticky fingers and sweet but incessant question after question after question. I always go in there with the purest of intentions: to actually use the room in the manner in which it was intended. But I confess that there may have been one or two (or 148) occasions when I may have “extended my stay,” if you will, just to enjoy a small pocket of aloneness. I love you girls. Really, I do. You’re my world and my heart, my sky and my sun, my everything. But every minute of the day? Come on. Nunt-uh.