the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Busy hands

I’m finishing up the last bit of packing for our 10-day trip to the Midwest to visit old friends, and in the meantime the girls are tucked into Leta’s room switching from game to game to toy to toy. First it was Barbies, then they played house. Now they are listening to a radio Leta got for Christmas and having a dance party. Anything to keep them occupied while I try not to forget toothbrushes, swimsuits, hair detangler, and 400,000 other things two little girls need for 10 days away from home. Mom, I’m giving you props even though you never took me on a plane when I was five and had to keep me entertained. And if you had you would have handed me a stick and said, “Figure it out.”

I may steal that idea.

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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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