Nothing is perfect. Except these pockets. And also my loathing for you.
THANKS A LOT, JEEP. Like I didn't have enough pressure already to be the perfect daughter. The perfect wife. The perfect mother.
Like it wasn't hard enough achieving and maintaining the perfect post-baby body. The perfect work-life balance. The perfect pursuit of perfection.
Now I have to tote around this Jeep Diaper Bag with it's perfect pockets stuffed full of the perfect toys and perfect snacks and perfect plastic pouch for when my perfect child creates the perfect poopie in her perfect diaper and I go perfectly berserk and execute the perfect homicide because I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.