Guilty Pleasures: When You Gotta Go

by Fawn Rechkemmer on October 8, 2014

By Heather Gilion

I’m just gonna get right to the awkward truth about me. I have a guilty pleasure that I’m ready to confess. It’s not just that I love watching The Voice or that I pour too much Pumpkin Spice Creamer in my coffee. It’s not that I’m addicted to cereal or that I have a self-tanning fetish. Gosh, I feel like I’m coming out of the closet. But it’s more like I’m coming out of the bathroom. Eek!

Let me explain.

I am a stay-at-home momma with two boys, a husband, and two jobs. {You can read my bio below if you’re interested.} But for you ladies out there that are in high demand, you’re gonna get this.

I have to “go”
to the bathroom…
{Okay, the previous sentence should not have a period}…


My love for the bathroom stems from a desire to be alone. And the bathroom, at times, feels like the only alone time this momma gets.

boys playing outside bathroom

Anyone else out there? Has the bathroom become your guilty pleasure? Maybe you’re even reading this IN the bathroom! Yeah! Holler, I’m WRITING this in the bathroom. Okay, just kidding. But I tell you, when I close the door behind me, I get so excited! And when I’m alone I love to read. I used to read magazines, books, devotionals or the Bible during my “alone” time. But now my reading material has become tweets, statuses, or blogs. (Ooops almost forgot to add the occasional Youtube video. Have you seen the one with the daddy and the little girl dancing to Taylor Swift’s “Shake It Off?” Never mind.)

Obviously, the throne is not an unusual place to read. I’ve been in bathroom after bathroom, and maybe I’ve even been in YOUR bathroom, and I’ve seen your reading material, so I know you get it!

{Side note: I remember the first time I saw the book I wrote, Dancing On My Ashes, in someone’s bathroom! Ahhhh… Part of me died, while another part of me thought I’d arrived. I just had to try and not picture them sitting there reading my book.}

Back on topic.

So, the reason I’m sharing all this with you is that I’ve been thinking about how I spend my time… even my “alone” time, if you know what I’m talking about. And I know you do. This phone, a.k.a. my pocket idol, has replaced some of my meaningful reading and has instead offered me quick Youtube funnies about cats falling off window sills or statuses about how good your dinner was last night. (It looked good, by the way.) I guess I’m confessing two guilty pleasures here. There’s freedom in saying it out loud. I’m ready to leave my phone’s snack-sized portion of intake for something a bit more satisfying. I’m ready to unplug and get out the real reading material and sit until my rump is sore. Uhhh… I wasn’t really referring to the bathroom in that last thought, but read it however you want.

mom is busy

There you have it. I’m gonna get me some alone time, and not just in the bathroom. If I dissect my day, there’s truly more alone time to be had! Before I grab my phone in the morning, or instead of scrolling through the fb statuses before bed, I’m grabbing a book that has worth and sustenance. Or I’m grabbing my husband and kissing his face off. Or I’m tickling the toes of my 7 and 5 year old because it’s better than your dinner or that cat falling from a building. And because I am busy, and that’s probably not going to drastically change, I need to protect any and all alone time that comes my way.

So, I’m setting my phone down and I’m picking up something of worth. I’ve got my eye on a book. It has real pages and a real cover. Who’s with me? (Well, read the rest of this blog first.)

Fist bump… oooohhhh… first wash your hands!

Heather GilionHeather Gilion is the co-author of  a book and a blog, both called Dancing On My Ashes. She is married to her best friend, Dallas. They have two wild boys they are wild about, Noah (7) and Zachariah (5). They reside in Ozark, Missouri. Heather is a stay-at-home momma, writer, speaker, and lover of Jesus.

She also has a business selling pretty things. You can view her art for the heart at  Story Designs {By S and H}.

Sarah @ Beauty School Dropout October 8, 2014 at 4:33 pm

You get to be by yourself in the bathroom? For some reason, my 14 mo old is OBSESSED with unloading everything out of my bathroom drawers and cabinets, so as soon as he sees the door swing open, he makes a beeline for the bathroom. I’ve decided having a little company is better than dealing with a meltdown.

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