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An unsuccessful labor-inducing technique

A few days ago Jon and I spent about an hour at a local nursery picking out plants to put in pots around the outside of our house. My thinking was that a project that required this kind of attention would certainly send my body into labor. I mean, come on. Plants! That need watering! And care! But we finished up last night before one of those crazy Tennessee-like thunderstorms about knocked over our house, and here I am still pregnant. Do you have a garage that needs organizing? How about a closet that needs to be cleaned out? BECAUSE I NEED SOMEWHERE TO PUT ALL THIS ENERGY.

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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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