the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Winter is coming

Last week temperatures dropped dramatically overnight and I needed to go through Leta’s old clothes to find a pair of warm pajamas for Marlo. I thought I’d kept track of everything during the move into this house, but most of her old clothes have gone missing or are in a box that isn’t labeled. I told Tyrant to make sure that I unpacked and threw out at least one box a week after settling in here. It’s not his fault that I have gone through a total of ZERO boxes. Or maybe it is. yeah, it totally is. MINUS TEN POINTS FOR HIM.

Except Marlo is sick today, and I’m way behind on work so he’s watching her for awhile so that I can catch up as much as possible. PLUS TWENTY POINTS FOR HIM.

So far he’s ahead.

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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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