the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Right before she tore into a box of tampons

Taken on June 23, 2005. I think it was one of those days I put her on the floor in the bathroom while I used the toilet because she couldn’t stand to be away from me for more than a few seconds. In this group of pictures on the hard drive there’s this shot of the mess she created, all these cotton balls and q-tips and sanitary napkins she yanked out of the drawers and scattered like an abstract painting on the floor. Notice the bottle of nail polish remover sitting there in the hallway behind her. Yeah, we used to let her chew on that when she got cranky.

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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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