the smell of my desperation has become a stench


It is now almost impossible to take a photo of Chuck alone, and in order to do so we have to tie Coco up somewhere in another part of the house. This morning we left Coco at home in her crate when we took Leta to school, and because Chuck was looking so pathetic I let him ride along. When we returned home he did not want to get out of the car, and the look on his face was one of sheer exhaustion, like he was having to gear up for the torture of the next several hours. Funny that I do not feel sorry for him, maybe because of that one time he stepped in his own poop. Maybe.

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.

read more