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		<title>By: Cat</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/11/10/familiar-territory/comment-page-2/#comment-563831</link>
		<dc:creator>Cat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 00:22:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>bwahhaaaaaa...oh, sorry. Don&#039;t want to laugh at your pain but my....

Children are almost grown but still remember rocking them while in tears repeating, &quot;please go to sleep, please go to sleep&quot; over and over. I think that&#039;s were the phrase, &quot;nothing that good drugs couldn&#039;t fix..&quot; came from. And the husband, almost 30 years later... I&#039;d like to tell you it gets better but ummm, no. Still won&#039;t bother to look for stuff himself. And really if it weren&#039;t for blogs like this and good friends I so would have divorced him years ago. It helps me to realize that he not doing &quot;it&quot; just to irritate the hell out of me, just something that comes with the chromosones apparently.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>bwahhaaaaaa&#8230;oh, sorry. Don&#8217;t want to laugh at your pain but my&#8230;.</p>
<p>Children are almost grown but still remember rocking them while in tears repeating, &#8220;please go to sleep, please go to sleep&#8221; over and over. I think that&#8217;s were the phrase, &#8220;nothing that good drugs couldn&#8217;t fix..&#8221; came from. And the husband, almost 30 years later&#8230; I&#8217;d like to tell you it gets better but ummm, no. Still won&#8217;t bother to look for stuff himself. And really if it weren&#8217;t for blogs like this and good friends I so would have divorced him years ago. It helps me to realize that he not doing &#8220;it&#8221; just to irritate the hell out of me, just something that comes with the chromosones apparently.</p>
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		<title>By: Gleemonex</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/11/10/familiar-territory/comment-page-2/#comment-563286</link>
		<dc:creator>Gleemonex</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 07:27:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I almost vomited just now thinking of that situation, on your behalf. Holy flaming sleep-deprived hairy-chested SHATNER ...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I almost vomited just now thinking of that situation, on your behalf. Holy flaming sleep-deprived hairy-chested SHATNER &#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Kim</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/11/10/familiar-territory/comment-page-2/#comment-563259</link>
		<dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 04:50:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My 2.4 y/o does not sleep through the night. Ever. I can count on two fingers the number of nights I&#039;ve slept 8 solid hours since he was born. We got his adenoids taken out, and while we hoped it would be the answer to our prayers, God clearly could give a shit. My son is slowly and methodically killing us, and all I can hope for now is that when he becomes a parent, his child will not sleep. Ever.</description>
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<p>My 2.4 y/o does not sleep through the night. Ever. I can count on two fingers the number of nights I&#8217;ve slept 8 solid hours since he was born. We got his adenoids taken out, and while we hoped it would be the answer to our prayers, God clearly could give a shit. My son is slowly and methodically killing us, and all I can hope for now is that when he becomes a parent, his child will not sleep. Ever.</p>
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		<title>By: Megs</title>
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		<dc:creator>Megs</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 18:21:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nights that I make every effort to get Hank off to sleep from a nightwaking gently and with no crying and he actually goes down, I go to bed worn out and worried he&#039;s going to wake up ten minutes later. There is no satisfaction.

Nights when I lose patience (after, say, hours of shenanigans or a nice BITE to the nipple) and toss him in the crib with a swift &quot;I love you but it&#039;s time to sleep. BYE&quot; and he cries for like 2 angryangryangry minutes but then is immediately soundly asleep? Those nights I feel AWESOME. Like, THIS IS WHAT JUSTICE SOUNDS LIKE.

And 95% of the time it&#039;s damn scenario 1. But when scenario 2 happens...magic. 

The sleep of the just is right. I should feel satisfied and happy about scenario one, but after I sleep the restless sleep of a pussy. Sigh.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nights that I make every effort to get Hank off to sleep from a nightwaking gently and with no crying and he actually goes down, I go to bed worn out and worried he&#8217;s going to wake up ten minutes later. There is no satisfaction.</p>
<p>Nights when I lose patience (after, say, hours of shenanigans or a nice BITE to the nipple) and toss him in the crib with a swift &#8220;I love you but it&#8217;s time to sleep. BYE&#8221; and he cries for like 2 angryangryangry minutes but then is immediately soundly asleep? Those nights I feel AWESOME. Like, THIS IS WHAT JUSTICE SOUNDS LIKE.</p>
<p>And 95% of the time it&#8217;s damn scenario 1. But when scenario 2 happens&#8230;magic. </p>
<p>The sleep of the just is right. I should feel satisfied and happy about scenario one, but after I sleep the restless sleep of a pussy. Sigh.</p>
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		<title>By: Sarah</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 16:51:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yeah...my husband would SO be in the doghouse for that. and he would know it too.  Of course, he does it to me ALL the time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah&#8230;my husband would SO be in the doghouse for that. and he would know it too.  Of course, he does it to me ALL the time.</p>
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		<title>By: sarah</title>
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		<dc:creator>sarah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 15:37:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh my effing holy GOD you are the best way to get a morning started off right! Thank you for the laughs!
Ass GPS. You slay me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh my effing holy GOD you are the best way to get a morning started off right! Thank you for the laughs!<br />
Ass GPS. You slay me.</p>
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		<title>By: Sonia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sonia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 07:13:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Effective!  DUR!</description>
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		<title>By: Sonia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sonia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 07:13:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve already offered up sleep assvice here, so I&#039;ll zipit this time, lol.  I do think you have to get to that place of &#039;Enough with this bullshit!&#039; before you can really dig in and solve or at least improve the sleep sitch. Good luck, sleep deprivation is a bitch!
On the husband not finding things in plain sight.....when mine asks (usually while standing in front of the open fridge door) where something is, I answer with something smart ass.
&quot;Honey?  Where is the mustard?&quot;
&quot;Why it&#039;s in the shower, where we keep all of the mustard!&quot;
&quot;Honey?  Where are my socks?&quot;
&quot;DUH!  In the FREEZER!&quot;
Not terribly affective, but highly amusing for me!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve already offered up sleep assvice here, so I&#8217;ll zipit this time, lol.  I do think you have to get to that place of &#8216;Enough with this bullshit!&#8217; before you can really dig in and solve or at least improve the sleep sitch. Good luck, sleep deprivation is a bitch!<br />
On the husband not finding things in plain sight&#8230;..when mine asks (usually while standing in front of the open fridge door) where something is, I answer with something smart ass.<br />
&#8220;Honey?  Where is the mustard?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Why it&#8217;s in the shower, where we keep all of the mustard!&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Honey?  Where are my socks?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;DUH!  In the FREEZER!&#8221;<br />
Not terribly affective, but highly amusing for me!</p>
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		<title>By: mrs.notouching</title>
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		<dc:creator>mrs.notouching</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 07:06:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>....arrrrh! story of my life!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;.arrrrh! story of my life!</p>
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		<title>By: Brooke</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brooke</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 05:05:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Not to be a total ass here, but my little boy is the same age as Dylan and pulling the same thing waking up 2 or 3 times every night - and I just noticed that he&#039;s getting his molars. Yeaaahhh. Not sure I can do anything to help with that precious hell, but it makes me feel better to know there might actually be a reason for the torture.</description>
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<p>Not to be a total ass here, but my little boy is the same age as Dylan and pulling the same thing waking up 2 or 3 times every night &#8211; and I just noticed that he&#8217;s getting his molars. Yeaaahhh. Not sure I can do anything to help with that precious hell, but it makes me feel better to know there might actually be a reason for the torture.</p>
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