Today, for no logical explanation whatsoever, I took three kids, by myself, to Build-A-Bear for the first time ever. Let’s recap.
When you tell the kids we are going to Build-A-Bear, securing your spot as the most bad ass mom, probably ever.
After you spend four hours stuffing your bear and making wishes on hearts and shit, you take your fully dressed, officially birth certificated bear to the register, and the lady is all, $143 please.
When your kids are all, this is the best day of our whole entire lives!
After you get home, sit in your closet and accept the full extent of your actions.
When your husband comes home and is all, how did you let this happen!?