the smell of my desperation has become a stench

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Jon and I are having a hard time getting back into the swing of things, and it doesn’t help that we’ve scheduled a slew of appointments and meetings this week including Leta’s first trip to the dentist:

She did fine until the chair started to recline, and then her whole little body started to tremble. Both Jon and I held her hands and told her it was going to be okay, and her coping mechanism was to repeat everything we said in a pitch reminiscent of someone running away from a chainsaw in a horror movie: BEEEEEE OKAAAAAAAAAY! OPEEEEEEN MOUUUUUUUUTH!

I have a million things I want to write about and just not enough time this week to get my thoughts down. In the meantime I was hoping you might participate in a survey to help me and the people who advertise here understand the audience that this website and other mom-centric websites serve.

If you’d like to help me with this survey you can find it here. It’s hosted by one of my ad networks, BlogAds.

Hopefully the results will make the ads that appear here more relevant in the future. It’s really short, should only take you about five minutes, and is completely anonymous. Except that it will record the smell of your feet and then sell that odor to a monk in Japan.

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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