the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Corner of the family room

We are slowly collecting furniture for our family room including this custom chair that was delivered today. Jon is always asking me how I feel about the new house, and I guess I’m having a harder time feeling like it’s home because it’s taking so long to put our individual touches on it. The family room has nothing on the walls and a ghastly fireplace that I’d love to take aim at with a sledge hammer. It just doesn’t feel like us yet.

Also, we can’t really have anything decorative below our knees, including a coffee table. Because of the above menacing badger. So we may have to wait to decorate until she’s grown out of wanting to throw anything that isn’t nailed down. So, you know, never.

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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