the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Christmas preparations

One night last week a huge storm came through in the middle of the night and woke Leta up with its thundering roar. She climbed into bed with me, terrified like I used to be when I heard them on a much more frequent basis rattle the windows of my house. I tucked her inside of my curled body and stroked her head until it had passed. She fell asleep at about the same time I had set an alarm to get up and shower, and not wanting to wake her after toweling off I grabbed this robe hanging right inside my closet. The kids don’t see me wearing this a lot, and when I woke them both up for school in it they thought it was the craziest thing they’d ever seen.

Wait until December when they see it on Chuck in the live Nativity scene on the front lawn.

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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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