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		<title>By: More thoughts on staying home, etc. &#171; incognitus scriptor</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2008/02/29/highs-and-lows-creamy-middles/comment-page-3/#comment-640216</link>
		<dc:creator>More thoughts on staying home, etc. &#171; incognitus scriptor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 18:57:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] yet, I am doing laundry and washing dogs and, obviously, blogging. We&#8217;re about to enter what Sundry referred to as the &#8220;the long dark tea-time of the stay-at-home-mom soul&#8221;. God is she [...]</description>
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<p>[...] yet, I am doing laundry and washing dogs and, obviously, blogging. We&#8217;re about to enter what Sundry referred to as the &#8220;the long dark tea-time of the stay-at-home-mom soul&#8221;. God is she [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Jen</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2008/02/29/highs-and-lows-creamy-middles/comment-page-3/#comment-128555</link>
		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 02:15:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I read this when it first went up, pregnant with my first.  Now that he&#039;s been here four weeks and I&#039;m losing my shit, I came back for a little inspiration and encouragement.  Thanks for showing me that I&#039;m not alone.  Seeing where you are today compared to where you were when you wrote this lets me know there&#039;s light at the end of the tunnel.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I read this when it first went up, pregnant with my first.  Now that he&#8217;s been here four weeks and I&#8217;m losing my shit, I came back for a little inspiration and encouragement.  Thanks for showing me that I&#8217;m not alone.  Seeing where you are today compared to where you were when you wrote this lets me know there&#8217;s light at the end of the tunnel.</p>
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		<title>By: Jessamyn</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2008/02/29/highs-and-lows-creamy-middles/comment-page-3/#comment-101367</link>
		<dc:creator>Jessamyn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 22:38:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This made me cry.  My second kid&#039;s not even born yet, and already parenting two (at this point, having the hormones of housing the second one in my body is counting, that&#039;s how bad) is kicking my ASS, and I can&#039;t tell you how many times I have just laid down my head and sobbed and felt like such a craptastic parent, and even worse, because I&#039;m not appreciating what I&#039;ve got, which is an AWESOME kid and a long-for pregnancy.  I hope you have more of the highs, and that time goes faster on the crap and slower on the wonder.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This made me cry.  My second kid&#8217;s not even born yet, and already parenting two (at this point, having the hormones of housing the second one in my body is counting, that&#8217;s how bad) is kicking my ASS, and I can&#8217;t tell you how many times I have just laid down my head and sobbed and felt like such a craptastic parent, and even worse, because I&#8217;m not appreciating what I&#8217;ve got, which is an AWESOME kid and a long-for pregnancy.  I hope you have more of the highs, and that time goes faster on the crap and slower on the wonder.</p>
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		<title>By: amanda</title>
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		<dc:creator>amanda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 22:04:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>mrs. c led me to you - wish &quot;my truth&quot; could have been written as beautifully as yours. thanks for writing. thanks for sharing. thanks for understanding.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>mrs. c led me to you &#8211; wish &#8220;my truth&#8221; could have been written as beautifully as yours. thanks for writing. thanks for sharing. thanks for understanding.</p>
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		<title>By: Chicken And Cheese Back In The Saddle</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chicken And Cheese Back In The Saddle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 17:20:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] It sounds like an easy assignment, but I&#8217;ve got this whole second-kid thing going on. I&#8217;m already tired, and I know from reading this and this and holy shit this that I&#8217;m in for some fresh hell when Shaggy is born. [...]</description>
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<p>[...] It sounds like an easy assignment, but I&#8217;ve got this whole second-kid thing going on. I&#8217;m already tired, and I know from reading this and this and holy shit this that I&#8217;m in for some fresh hell when Shaggy is born. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Where there&#8217;s a Willer&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator>Where there&#8217;s a Willer&#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 15:20:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Anyway, thisis perfect. Except for the bit where she crawls into bed and reads a book. I don&#8217;t feel like I have the luxury of doing that. Plus I should really buy some new books. Or even join the library. [...]</description>
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<p>[...] Anyway, thisis perfect. Except for the bit where she crawls into bed and reads a book. I don&#8217;t feel like I have the luxury of doing that. Plus I should really buy some new books. Or even join the library. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Daren</title>
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		<dc:creator>Daren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 03:54:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love your honesty.  

And, Amen.  Right there with you, baby.  

Also, the one arm for baby AND bottle does work.  Just takes some practice.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love your honesty.  </p>
<p>And, Amen.  Right there with you, baby.  </p>
<p>Also, the one arm for baby AND bottle does work.  Just takes some practice.</p>
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		<title>By: Kristin H</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kristin H</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 18:43:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Word, sister.

My dark moments stand out clearly in my mind. With child #1, I was sitting on the couch, crying hysterically because my husband was leaving. To take a load of crap to the dump. TO THE DUMP. And I was stuck at home with a baby my my boob. 

With child #2, as she struggled and shrieked while to get away from me when I was trying to change a poopy diaper, I totally lost it. I started crying and screaming and thwapping the diaper on the floor, yelling, I JUST! (thwap) WANT! (thwap) TO CHANGE! (thwap) YOUR DIAPER! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?!?!??? (thwapthwapthwapthwapthwap)

Word.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Word, sister.</p>
<p>My dark moments stand out clearly in my mind. With child #1, I was sitting on the couch, crying hysterically because my husband was leaving. To take a load of crap to the dump. TO THE DUMP. And I was stuck at home with a baby my my boob. </p>
<p>With child #2, as she struggled and shrieked while to get away from me when I was trying to change a poopy diaper, I totally lost it. I started crying and screaming and thwapping the diaper on the floor, yelling, I JUST! (thwap) WANT! (thwap) TO CHANGE! (thwap) YOUR DIAPER! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?!?!??? (thwapthwapthwapthwapthwap)</p>
<p>Word.</p>
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		<title>By: breckgirl</title>
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		<dc:creator>breckgirl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I get it, totally.  We are planning to &quot;try&quot; for number two here shortly and ugh - I dread the thought of all this shit.  

My son is two right now and driving us batshit (we know all about NO NIGHT NIGHT RIGHT NOW) and I fully relate to resenting the man for &quot;escaping.&quot;  This weekend my husband wanted to do some work from home and I &quot;got to&quot; take Wyatt to the mall - oh, whee!  How fun - dragging him around after my sister-in-law, stuffing chicken tenders into his maw while he screamed about MY BA BOB (that&#039;s &quot;my Sponge Bob&quot; for those not quite in the know).  A woman offered me her 20% off coupons so I could &quot;shop&quot; and I fully realized right then that there is no such thing as &quot;shopping&quot; with a 2 year old - the mall really just serves as a big habi-trail for him to run around and expend some energy (it is still snowing here so outside is pretty nasty).  Add another one?  Not right now, sucka - it&#039;s a good thing it take 9 months for the wee thing to bake in there - I&#039;ll have more time to prepare myself (and stockpile a 2 year supply of Xanax).  Anyway - I hear ya - hang in there.  

And hey - if you think your crying thing was weird, get this - I cried the other day when I finished a Turbo Jam DVD and Chalene was telling me how great I did.  Man, I am a total nut job...not even premenstrual, just a sap.  

Hope your day today is wonderful and that you order that bottle holding apparatus suggested above.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I get it, totally.  We are planning to &#8220;try&#8221; for number two here shortly and ugh &#8211; I dread the thought of all this shit.  </p>
<p>My son is two right now and driving us batshit (we know all about NO NIGHT NIGHT RIGHT NOW) and I fully relate to resenting the man for &#8220;escaping.&#8221;  This weekend my husband wanted to do some work from home and I &#8220;got to&#8221; take Wyatt to the mall &#8211; oh, whee!  How fun &#8211; dragging him around after my sister-in-law, stuffing chicken tenders into his maw while he screamed about MY BA BOB (that&#8217;s &#8220;my Sponge Bob&#8221; for those not quite in the know).  A woman offered me her 20% off coupons so I could &#8220;shop&#8221; and I fully realized right then that there is no such thing as &#8220;shopping&#8221; with a 2 year old &#8211; the mall really just serves as a big habi-trail for him to run around and expend some energy (it is still snowing here so outside is pretty nasty).  Add another one?  Not right now, sucka &#8211; it&#8217;s a good thing it take 9 months for the wee thing to bake in there &#8211; I&#8217;ll have more time to prepare myself (and stockpile a 2 year supply of Xanax).  Anyway &#8211; I hear ya &#8211; hang in there.  </p>
<p>And hey &#8211; if you think your crying thing was weird, get this &#8211; I cried the other day when I finished a Turbo Jam DVD and Chalene was telling me how great I did.  Man, I am a total nut job&#8230;not even premenstrual, just a sap.  </p>
<p>Hope your day today is wonderful and that you order that bottle holding apparatus suggested above.</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 15:32:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Raising my hand - I understand.  XO</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Raising my hand &#8211; I understand.  XO</p>
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