We put up the Christmas tree the Saturday after Thanksgiving, so it’s time yet again for the annual bokeh-ing. I’ve been slammed the last couple of weeks and even spent several hours at InstaCare with Marlo last night after I returned from New Mexico, leaving me very little time to experience the spirit of the holidays. But this morning when the girls and I got up for breakfast and I turned on the tree, I instantly felt excited. We will be dancing to Christmas music in the kitchen tonight and every night for the next few weeks.
the smell of my desperation has become a stench
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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