the smell of my desperation has become a stench

I just reserved my place in Hell

I go to the grocery store to pick up some cold medicine, and I’ve got Leta on my right hip barely hanging on. All the lines are long, even the 10 items or less line, and I’m standing there, cold medicine in my left hand, Leta perching off my right side. A huge, bald man who is second in line in the 10 items or less line sees me, leaves his line and comes up to me to say, “That medicine is for him, huh?” And then he points to Leta.

Without hesitation I say, “Yes. Yes it is for him.” And the man gives me his place in line.

I’ll teach Leta about honesty later, when I don’t have a cold.

Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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