Sometimes I don’t even recognize myself
Here’s how I spent my Friday night:
I went to Babies R Us to buy Signe’s new carseat. The only thing more pathetic than a formerly cool mom shopping at Babies R Us at 8:30 on a Friday night are the parents shopping at Babies R Us at 8:30 on a Friday night with their melting-down kids. What time are two-year-olds supposed to go to bed? Most of the toddlers I ran into clearly needed an earlier bedtime.
Oh wait, I just thought of something more pathetic: a woman who grew up in cow country and vowed to never own anything with a cow print on it who bought this car seat
because she knew it would make her husband giggle.