<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632</id><updated>2025-09-01T13:39:37.466-07:00</updated><category term="husbands"/><category term="Family"/><category term="mother in laws"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="ex&#39;s"/><category term="girlfriends"/><category term="health"/><category term="housework"/><category term="pets"/><category term="selfish"/><category term="weightloss"/><category term="work"/><title type='text'>MumAnon</title><subtitle type='html'>Because there are some things you just can&#39;t say on your own blog....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mum Anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100985805754481890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-3137618011444203959</id><published>2011-03-06T00:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:15:37.406-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ex&#39;s"/><title type='text'>{Guest Post} Does anyone else have an issue with their ex partners slag reading their daily Tweets and Blog entries, and then reporting back to the ex? Or am I just the lucky/unlucky one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Does anyone else have an issue with their ex partners slag reading their daily Tweets and Blog entries, and then reporting back to the ex? Or am I just the lucky/unlucky one. &lt;p&gt;Well I do, and you know what I am sick of it, so stop it _ _ _ &lt;p&gt;Not at all content with helping destroy my family with the sordid affair, she has the so called “prize” (my ex) but she continues to stalk my Tweets and Blog entries and report back to my ex on a daily basis. Get a life of your own you stupid slag; you have my ex so move on like I have. &lt;p&gt;WTF is that about, do I have to name her to get her to back off? Trust me I will if she continues, isn’t it enough that a young woman (if you could call her a woman, I have harsher words that are more fitting for the type of gutter tramp she is), wants to be with a man twice her age.  &lt;p&gt;You have him, now leave me and my family alone…….&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/3137618011444203959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/03/guest-post-does-anyone-else-have-issue.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/3137618011444203959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/3137618011444203959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/03/guest-post-does-anyone-else-have-issue.html' title='{Guest Post} Does anyone else have an issue with their ex partners slag reading their daily Tweets and Blog entries, and then reporting back to the ex? Or am I just the lucky/unlucky one?'/><author><name>Mum Anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100985805754481890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-4499188667515991180</id><published>2011-02-05T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:30:01.027-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="husbands"/><title type='text'>{reader submission} Dealing with Separation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I have been told the stages of anger, resentment, sadness, loss and denial will apparently give way to acceptance….Hmmm bring it on then. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;h6&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;2010 saw the end of relationship that I had thought would be a part of my life forever, how wrong can you be. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;h6&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;h6&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;What have I learnt from it all? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;h6&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;· That you just cannot trust some people. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;h6&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;· Betrayal hurts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;h6&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;· As long as there are women who are willing to cheat with a cheating man, there will always be cheating men.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;· They (the women the men cheat with) are, like Whoopie said in the Color Purple,” just a place to do his business&quot;. Oh how true that is.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;· That I need to take special care of myself during this time and spend more time loving me. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;· Show more compassion to myself as I heal my heart and soul.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;· And countless other things, too many to list. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;To have given so much of myself to another person only to have them give themselves to another woman is a really painful thing to deal with, but it is a blessing that they now can be each other’s poison and no longer mine. The women these men cheat with have very little self worth and are very insecure. Is it fun to be a sex toy for a cheater? I’d say not too good for the self esteem.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I ask the other woman; don’t you realize he belongs to someone else? Isn’t his cheating an indicator of how much he can’t be trusted and he is probably still having sex with his partner? This doesn’t mean he loves you – it means he’s a liar, indecisive, cowardly and a cheat. What’s wrong with finding a man who isn’t with someone else? Is a man who is taken all you can get? He is going to cheat whether the relationship is good or bad. The other woman needs to realize he wasn’t in a bad relationship; that he is a manipulator who doesn’t care who gets hurt in his quest for (self) whatever drives a man like him.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;In my eyes there are absolutely no reasons to cheat, but some people have no values, morels and self worth and will always find another person who is as low in morals as they are to cheat with.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;There are lessons to be learnt from everything in life, separation included. I still believe in love so all is not lost.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/4499188667515991180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/02/reader-submission-dealing-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/4499188667515991180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/4499188667515991180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/02/reader-submission-dealing-with.html' title='{reader submission} Dealing with Separation'/><author><name>Mum Anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100985805754481890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-4027770604540482140</id><published>2011-01-29T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:04:14.591-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother in laws"/><title type='text'>Mother In-law is favouring one child</title><content type='html'>My MIL is constantly favouring my daughter over my son. She takes on outings to the movies, out for lunch, shopping, buys her things, and when we go on family outings always asks her to ride in &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; car. My son is getting no attention at all, and it&#39;s really unfair. &lt;br /&gt;
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MIL will come and pick up Daughter, and Son has to ask me why he can&#39;t go to, and then he is sad and I have to try and do extra special things at home with him to try and make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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She thinks he is a bad child, and even once asked me why I haven&#39;t taken him to a child psychologist!&lt;br /&gt;
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He is such a sweet child, and is only one year younger than my daughter. And now my daughter is being a spoiled brat when she is at home!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/4027770604540482140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/mother-in-law-is-favouring-one-child.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/4027770604540482140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/4027770604540482140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/mother-in-law-is-favouring-one-child.html' title='Mother In-law is favouring one child'/><author><name>Anonny Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784313425961998960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-9147408287244508826</id><published>2011-01-21T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:24:03.612-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="husbands"/><title type='text'>{reader submission} Stop questioning me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear Husband,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t question you when you friend random women on Facebook and Twitter. I trust you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But what annoys the hell out of me is that you log onto Twitter, read through my twitter feed and then the questions start.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Who’s he?!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“What does he mean by that?!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“What did YOU mean by that tweet?!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Husband, your insecurity is a pain in the ass and you need to stop it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t know why you are like that because I have never given you any reason not to trust me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love, your ever patient wife.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/9147408287244508826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/reader-submission-stop-questioning-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/9147408287244508826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/9147408287244508826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/reader-submission-stop-questioning-me.html' title='{reader submission} Stop questioning me!'/><author><name>Mum Anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100985805754481890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-1412504085297285610</id><published>2011-01-16T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T12:43:28.736-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother in laws"/><title type='text'>{reader submission} Dear Mother in Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear Mil,  &lt;p&gt;Yes, you are very generous. Yes, you give the grandkids lots of presents.  &lt;p&gt;We appreciate every single item you give them.  &lt;p&gt;We are sorry that we disappoint you so much with the gifts we give you. We spend so much time and money looking for something for you, but will never have the spare funds to spend the $200+ you expect should be spent on you each Christmas, Easter, Mothers Day and Birthday.  &lt;p&gt;Most grandma&#39;s are happy to receive the kinder tea towel, a hand print or handmade gift. Your disdain is clear. That is not what you want.  &lt;p&gt;You want us to guess what pricey item you currently want to show off to your friends.  &lt;p&gt;It is a shame you can&#39;t fit it in your schedule to attend the children&#39;s birthdays.  &lt;p&gt;Maybe next year I will get you a gift from Oxfam, you will be devastated, it will nearly ruin your Christmas.  &lt;p&gt;Lovely hugs and kisses  &lt;p&gt;Your DiL  &lt;p&gt;PS I have never asked, but did you grow up near Fountain Lakes?&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/1412504085297285610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/reader-submission-dear-mother-in-law.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/1412504085297285610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/1412504085297285610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/reader-submission-dear-mother-in-law.html' title='{reader submission} Dear Mother in Law'/><author><name>Mum Anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100985805754481890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-6921717426011479268</id><published>2011-01-12T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:24:54.673-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girlfriends"/><title type='text'>My son’s girlfriend is rude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I started going out with my (then) boyfriend, if I stayed at his house, I offered to help cook dinner for his mum, or help wash up after dinner. I made a point of taking some time to chat with his parents.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My son’s girlfriend comes to our house. They lock themselves in his bedroom and only come out to get food. Or go to the toilet. They are both 18.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This has always annoyed me and I have spoken to my son about it a number of times but to no avail. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recently the girlfriend decided to tell one of my other children that she would have more respect for me and my husband if we “got off our asses and got jobs”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t need to explain myself to a bitchy little 18 year old but my husband is on disability pension due to injuring his back at work. Yes, we receive government payments to help us but I also receive income comes from various online jobs. I don’t plan to go back into the work force until my youngest child starts school. Like I did with each of my children.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe she should get onto her boyfriend (my son) to get a job. Because sure as fuck, the “nagging” I do isn’t working.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t know who she thinks she is, thinking that she can say that to my children. Did she think that my children would not tell me what she says about us? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She is not welcome in my home until she apologies for being so disrespectful.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6921717426011479268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-sons-girlfriend-is-rude.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/6921717426011479268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/6921717426011479268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-sons-girlfriend-is-rude.html' title='My son’s girlfriend is rude'/><author><name>Mum Anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100985805754481890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-4072918808021905655</id><published>2011-01-03T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:35:45.197-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health"/><title type='text'>{reader submission} My bum, it runs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My bum it runs&lt;br&gt;often and often&lt;br&gt;there is no puns.&lt;br&gt;It just runs and runs and runs&lt;br&gt;some more, like a constantly &lt;br&gt;open door. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It makes me sad.&lt;br&gt;I must consider what&lt;br&gt;and which food,&lt;br&gt;can be had. &lt;br&gt;Pancakes for breakfast,&lt;br&gt;as special treat. Is in,&lt;br&gt;then out before the I finish the last.&lt;br&gt;My bum it runs and runs and runs &lt;br&gt;some more, like a constantly&lt;br&gt;open door.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Drugs I carry, but the runs&lt;br&gt;they do not tarry.&lt;br&gt;Did the toilet I marry?&lt;br&gt;Good toilet paper is vital,&lt;br&gt;with the cheap stuff, &lt;br&gt;you should not trifle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My bum it runs and runs and runs&lt;br&gt;some more, like a constantly&lt;br&gt;open door. &lt;br&gt;Should I decline to attend &lt;br&gt;your event or occasion&lt;br&gt;please I do not intend&lt;br&gt;to offend.&lt;br&gt;My gut it dictates, &lt;br&gt;where, when and how&lt;br&gt;often I eat with mates. &lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/4072918808021905655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/reader-submission-my-bum-it-runs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/4072918808021905655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/4072918808021905655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/reader-submission-my-bum-it-runs.html' title='{reader submission} My bum, it runs'/><author><name>Mum Anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100985805754481890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-9170057578680886506</id><published>2011-01-02T04:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T04:19:32.253-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><title type='text'>this is no family</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There’s a member of my extended family who always complains that “this isn’t a family” because we hardly ever get together and when we do, arguments always happen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But what this person doesn’t realise is that this family DO get together often and the invitation is always extended to this person and their family, but they never turn up to anything. This person doesn’t realise that THEY are the one that always instigates the arguments and the rest of the family get along fine when this person is not there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wish this person would grow the fuck up and stop bringing up the past. The rest of us are moving on and letting bygones be bygones. I think that this person thrives on making sure that someone is always on the outer and they get upset when they see the rest of the family actually enjoying each other’s company.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/9170057578680886506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-no-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/9170057578680886506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/9170057578680886506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-no-family.html' title='this is no family'/><author><name>Mum Anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100985805754481890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-86007609361479710</id><published>2011-01-02T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:41:19.440-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting"/><title type='text'>Mind your own business!</title><content type='html'>At a recent get together, a family member started belittling my parenting skills (in front of everyone) because I told off my child for spitting their food out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things like, &quot;How would you like it if I shoved a whole heap of food &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; don&#39;t like in &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; mouth?!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I informed them that my child had not eaten a single bite of their dinner, and I had only asked them to eat one bite, but my child spat out the only two bites they took of their food. Just like every night, it&#39;s a constant struggle to get them to eat anything at dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;
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They replied with &quot;Well you shouldn&#39;t give them breakfast or lunch or snacks all the time&quot;, &quot;I used to do this, and my kids did this and blah blah blah blah blah&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t want to argue, and I really wanted to defend myself more but I bit my tongue and ignored them for the sake of everyone around us.&lt;br /&gt;
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FFS who do they think they are. This isn&#39;t my first child, and I&amp;nbsp; have more kids than they do and &lt;i&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/i&gt; not the one who&#39;s nearly had child protection services on them. And they think they can put me down about my parenting ??&lt;br /&gt;
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Get F*cked.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/86007609361479710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/mind-your-own-business.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/86007609361479710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/86007609361479710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/mind-your-own-business.html' title='Mind your own business!'/><author><name>Anonny Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784313425961998960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-7642906015702044270</id><published>2011-01-01T16:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:28:22.170-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pets"/><title type='text'>{reader submission} I do not like your cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I do not like your cat.&lt;br&gt;Yes I am a dog person,&lt;br&gt;There indeed is that.&lt;br&gt;When your cat &lt;br&gt;requests a pat,&lt;br&gt;then I like your cat.&lt;br&gt;But when that drat cat&lt;br&gt;near my food has sat,&lt;br&gt;then I do not like your cat.&lt;br&gt;A cat on a dining table,&lt;br&gt;makes my gut unstable.&lt;br&gt;A cat on the kitchen bench,&lt;br&gt;makes my insides clench.&lt;br&gt;No indeed&lt;br&gt;when that drat cat&lt;br&gt;near my food has sat,&lt;br&gt;then I do not like your cat.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/7642906015702044270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/reader-submission-i-do-not-like-your.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/7642906015702044270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/7642906015702044270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2011/01/reader-submission-i-do-not-like-your.html' title='{reader submission} I do not like your cat'/><author><name>Mum Anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100985805754481890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-6191259934846126956</id><published>2010-12-29T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:29:15.741-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="husbands"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="selfish"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>My Husband Puts Work First</title><content type='html'>I am certain he is obsessed with his work. He tries to prolong any amount of time has to go there, he is always late home, has extra meetings on his days off, and just &#39;calls in&#39; when he happens to be down that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&#39;ll swap any work hours at anyone work mates  request - but won&#39;t ever ever ever ask anyone to swap around if &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; need him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to work even when he is sick unless he is physically unable to get himself out of bed. I think I can only recall one time when he has had a sick day in the last 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I or the children have needed to go to the hospital, he just complains about &#39;going to be late for work&#39; and drops me off there with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early one morning I was so sick I thought I was dying, I told him he&#39;d need to take me to the hospital. He dropped me off at the ER with kids in prams, leaving me to cry my way through giving details to the nurse, and then called and woke up my parents and told them to come get my kids, and then left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the times you think he has taken the day off, a sick day, what he has actually done is said &#39;I&#39;ll come in on my days off to make up for it&#39;. Which of course are days when I&#39;ve already got stuff to do, but now everything has to be rearranged to suit &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don&#39;t understand how anyone could be so selfish and think everything is ok??</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6191259934846126956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-husband-puts-work-first.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/6191259934846126956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/6191259934846126956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-husband-puts-work-first.html' title='My Husband Puts Work First'/><author><name>Anonny Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784313425961998960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-4693828170129073207</id><published>2010-12-10T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T03:26:31.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate new people!</title><content type='html'>This post is gonna make me sound jealous but i &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; care,its not that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; jealous i actually &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; know what it is some people just rub me the wrong way there is this one girl she is a new friend of a friend and even though &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; nice to her there is just something about her that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;erks&lt;/span&gt; me ,she is a kiss ass! She reminds me very much of a girl a grew up with you know the type ,laughs at everything she is telling you even when its not funny and has done everything you have only 10 times bigger ...yeah anyway i think you get my point ....I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; fucking like her!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/4693828170129073207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-new-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/4693828170129073207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/4693828170129073207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-new-people.html' title='I Hate new people!'/><author><name>motherucker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734468298256870781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-1096075818762776407</id><published>2010-12-03T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:16:39.880-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="housework"/><title type='text'>What My Husband Did #1</title><content type='html'>Or what he &lt;i&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/i&gt; do really.&lt;br /&gt;
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He had 2 whole days off, 2 days that I was busy, One of those days involved zero children in the house.&lt;br /&gt;
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What did he do? He sat, on the the couch, and watched &lt;i&gt;cricket&lt;/i&gt;. The whole. two. days. and the house is a disgusting mess beyond belief. Food everywhere, rubbish everywhere, dishes everywhere, dirty clothes everywhere, clean clothes everywhetre, toys everywhere, the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;
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He did &lt;i&gt;abso-friggin-lutely&lt;/i&gt; nothing, and was more than happy to slip off to work early this morning leaving me with the mess, the kids, and no clean dishes at.all.&lt;br /&gt;
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How does that even happen, we have a place setting for 12.&lt;br /&gt;
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AARRGGHH! It just makes me so angry! He would get pissed off at work if &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; workplace wasn&#39;t clean, so why should &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; &#39;work place&#39; be a filthy mess??</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/1096075818762776407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-my-husband-did-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/1096075818762776407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/1096075818762776407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-my-husband-did-1.html' title='What My Husband Did #1'/><author><name>Anonny Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784313425961998960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-8525262220724309052</id><published>2010-11-29T14:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:33:49.952-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weightloss"/><title type='text'>I think my husband is trying to keep me fat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Every time I start a new diet, my husband brings home chocolate, or cheese and crackers, or some of my other favourite foods that aren’t good for me when I am trying to lose weight but he knows that I won’t be able to resist.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t know if he is doing this on purpose.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He tells me that he is supportive and he wants to see me happy and lose the weight but then it’s like he’s trying to sabotage my efforts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t know if he’s worried that I might get more attention when I’m not overweight anymore? I’ve tried to assure him that he has nothing to worry about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/feeds/8525262220724309052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-my-husband-is-trying-to-keep-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/8525262220724309052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340933554105244632/posts/default/8525262220724309052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumanon.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-my-husband-is-trying-to-keep-me.html' title='I think my husband is trying to keep me fat.'/><author><name>Mum Anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100985805754481890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340933554105244632.post-7358734331193027089</id><published>2010-11-28T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:14:30.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to MumAnon!&lt;br /&gt;
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The idea of MumAnon came about when a couple of bloggers had something to say but couldn&#39;t blog about it on their own blogs for whatever reason. They needed somewhere to vent without having to worry about being judged.&lt;br /&gt;
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MumAnon is like the anonymous best friend that you can vent or tell a secret to, without the whole world knowing your business.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s cheaper than therapy! &lt;br /&gt;
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