But she has a solution:
But where can you drop off your kids if you’d like to read for an hour or two? Shouldn’t reading be as important as getting groceries, exercise, or Swedish furniture? Why don’t bookstores have a room (the Baby Bindery?) where parents can leave their children while they enjoy some literary solitude? Even if the store turned the place into a marketing extravaganza — Harry Potter tie-ins everywhere — parents would no doubt be so giddy with gratitude for the sunlit reading time, they wouldn’t mind.As I told my friend Libby when she sent me this link, I feel oddly guilty. Other than those early kookoo-bananas months right after Sam was born, my reading habits have remained pretty much the same. This is where chronic insomnia is your friend. Also sloth. Not to mention indolence.
But my heart goes out to you parents who aren't lucky enough to be a lazy insomniac with low-to-middling cleanliness standards. Hence my counter-solution. Until bookstores come through with reading rooms for parents, I offer you the ultimate bedtime story:
(Via Apartment Therapy)