I think my mother put my name on the prayer list at the temple because Marlo slept all the way through the night. I’m not delusional in thinking this will happen every night, but it happened once. I can see the white of her flag of surrender.
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.