Frumpy Mom: When it’s Day of the Dead down south

I just got back from Puerto Vallarta, which means I spent five days in Mexico visiting our hotel bathroom all alone, unaccompanied by a furry gray cat or a generic white dog.
If you have pets or small children, you’re doubtless familiar with this scenario, where you can never relax in your loo without at least one pair of devoted eyes staring at you, inquiring what you’re doing.
There’s a funny book I remember from those early days of motherhood called “Five Minutes Peace