There are hardly words.

Dear Diary, 


I am convinced that motherhood is the only thing in the universe that would cause a woman to blatantly lie to her husband about having to poop, just so she can sit in the bathroom in peace for more than 2 and a half minutes at a time. 


Sincerely, 


Moms of the world. 






(As a mother, the word "RESTroom" takes on a whole new meaning.)