the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Wobbly wooden castle

Leta had a play date yesterday (yes, one where the parent had to drive across town, drop the friend off and then come back and pick her up), so to keep Marlo out of their hair I broke out some wooden blocks and we built “casthles.” Neither of us is very good at building casthles, and it kept tipping over and pieces kept falling off. I was happy that she was occupied but she got so frustrated that she finally picked up the whole thing and smashed it on the ground like some deranged giant. At first I was like, WHOA, kid. Where did you get that temper. And then I remembered, oh right. She’s Daisy Hamilton’s great granddaughter.

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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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