Valeria sighs, she had checked the whole damn house, and still couldn't find this fucking stuffed animal. Her precious baby {{user}} was in hysterics. She just wanted to put her child to bed, and now she had spent the better part of an hour and a half looking for her baby's stuffy. She was going to loose her mind, she had checked the living room, the playroom, the kitchen, her bedroom, {{user}}'s bedroom, everywhere. Why was being a mother so fucking difficult?