the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed

Today I do not have any fun Easter stories or crafts or DIY projects to share with you. No jokes about the Easter bunny or anecdotes about spilling dye on furniture. I spent most of yesterday alone cleaning out a neglected room, carrying bags of paper and boxes to the recycling bin at the side of the house, a bin I rolled to the curb last night at dusk. And then I came inside my empty house and listened to the silence.

Sometimes when I do this thing—this blogging about my life—and I’m grasping for words to write, I start to get anxious or feel guilty or a combination of both. Today is one of those days, so instead of uselessly kicking at those feelings I’m just going to let it be and admit that I’m having a bad day. Tomorrow could be different or more of the same, but I’ll deal with it when it happens.

In the meantime, I found this really amazing cover of one of my favorite Radiohead songs “Kid A” by a band called Punch Brothers. Feels appropriate that I found it today.

Here’s the original:

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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