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But what happens when the children are grown and gone? Why do you get out of bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was watching &lt;a href="http://www.goldengirlscentral.com/"&gt;The Golden Girls&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and something that &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/estelle-getty/person/4636/summary.html"&gt;Sophia&lt;/a&gt; said really struck home. It was an episode from Season 3 that dealt with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alzheimer's disease. Sophia befriends an old black man who turns out to have the disease and is being sent to a home for treatment. She finds out the news and tells Dorothy, her daughter, that even when you're old, you still need a reason to get out of bed in the morning (referring to her friendship with the old man).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;What are you going to do when your kids are all grown up? As stay-at-home moms with no actual careers, we, in particular, need to think of things like this. We devote our whole young lives to our children and experience the &lt;a href="http://www.emptynestmoms.com/pages/story21.html"&gt;empty nest syndrome&lt;/a&gt; when they move out on their own and leave us wondering, "What do I do now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Now, if you are really lucky, you've saved enough for you and your husband to retire comfortably with perhaps enough to do a little travelling, too. But then what? What happens when you come home and back to that empty nest? TV and the porch swing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Start thinking now about who you are and what makes you happy, aside from your kids. I know that for me, up until recently, I have made most of my life about my kids... which is as it should be as my children are only 2 and 3 years old. However, as a woman and an individual who has worked all of her teen and adult life up until pregnancy number one, I feel that I need to do something more to contribute to the family and the world in general. Call it pride if you will, but each of us has something special to give. Find out what it is that you have and make sure that you are ready when the time is right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4518017224002913792-317286651473043292?l=mommy911chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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(That's &quot;abracadabra&quot; in toddler)" /><author><name>Maige</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yBcEwiQxd-8/TbruTwh4DvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qlHRzmOfLvc/s220/ProfileBW1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMQXY4fCp7ImA9WxRTEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518017224002913792.post-1871346008034449011</id><published>2008-09-01T12:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:08:00.834-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-01T12:08:00.834-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water" /><title>Water, Water Everywhere and Not a Drop to Drink</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...a rant....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How yellow is your toddler's pee? I'm serious! Do you know? Does it smell? Think hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then think, how much water does your little one drink? Does he/she drink any at all? How many times a day do you offer a drink to your toddler and it’s not water? ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always see toddlers in the mall drinking cool aid, fruit punch and (believe it or not!) diet or regular soda!! Now, I’m talking little ones – 4 and under. How crazy is that? It is absolutely no wonder to me that so many American kids are diagnosed with ADHD or ADD. There is no way they can sit still and concentrate with the amount of sugar and additives floating around in their systems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the one thing that our bodies can’t live without and we don’t even think to offer it to our kids. My mom thought I was crazy when I told her that I don’t let my kids have juice. But, I figure that the best way to keep my kids as healthy as I can is to break the sugar cycle now before the influence of school cafeterias and constant commercials get into their brains. I offer milk at meals and water with snacks. Most toddlers should get about 8 oz. of water a day and no more than 4-8 oz of 100% fruit juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are thirsty, I want the first thing that comes to mind to be water! Now, I’m no angel. Sure, my kids can have a juicebox once in a while and once in a blue moon I’ll even buy a bottle of juice for them to have with meals. However, I water it down by about half. Yeah, it tastes crappy to me, but to them, it’s a big treat! They love it and I’m okay with the amount of sugar they are getting (not to mention how much longer a bottle lasts!). (Also, even though the sugar in 100% juice is natural - it's still sugar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if your little one doesn’t eat/drink dairy, then juice is a great alternative for the calcium, but of course consult your doctor. Your kids need that calcium! But that’s not a problem for my boys – they are huge fans of cheese and milk. (They get that from their mommy!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are unsure of how much fluid your young one is getting. Check their pee. If they are urinating frequently and the urine is pale yellow and with little smell, they are getting enough fluid, but if their urine is bright yellow and acrid smelling, it's a good indication that the urine is very concentrated and more fluid is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next time you offer a snack – don’t forget the water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*** I want to add a little note here about infants. &lt;em&gt;Babies under the age of 6 months&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;should not have water&lt;/em&gt; at all as they can fill up on it and not get enough nutrients or it can lead to a very serious condition called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stlouischildrens.org/tabid/88/itemid/166/Water-Intoxication-in-Infants.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;water intoxication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Children &lt;em&gt;under a year should also avoid water&lt;/em&gt; as most of their nutrition comes from milk or formula and too much water &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; be dangerous for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4518017224002913792-1871346008034449011?l=mommy911chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Sleep in after a night of slaying vampyres?...no, I know, you &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; have to get up after a night of changing dirty diapers, dealing with the pain of teething and stripping wet sheets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am tackling this subject because it drives me &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; that someone would blame Buffy for women not going to church! It's just so utterly ridiculous! And, of course, every parent has to make a decision whether you are going to raise your children in a religious environment or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being a stay-at-home mom, I talk to God a lot more often than when I was single! You know the prayers: "God, please give me patience so that I don't lose my mind." "God, please protect my children............from me" "God, so far today I haven't lost my temper, but I'm getting out of bed soon and I'll need a lot more help then!" etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.derby.ac.uk/press-office/news-archive/is-buffy-responsible-for-slaying-womens-church-attendance"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;University of Derby has released a study &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;made by Dr Kristin Aune, a sociologist, saying that the church (all Christian denominations) has been losing at least 50,000 women worshippers every year since 1989. Furthermore, she adds, because of its focus on female empowerment, young women are attracted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wicca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, popularised by the TV series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/buffy/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. So, in actuality, she never really says that it's Buffy's fault - besides, Buffy didn't air until 1997 (8 years after women started leaving the church in such large numbers) ...but, as usual, the press finds a spin and runs with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no doubt that Buffy is a phenomenon. Did you know that there is actually a thing called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffy_Studies"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buffyology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!? I am soooo not kidding. Scholars are studying Buffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if we are going to talk about girl power affecting the church, that began long before Buffy was around. The Feminist Movement has come in 3 waves thus far: Sufferage in 1920, inequality in the 1960's-1980's and lastly, the 1990's until now which deals with the failures of the second wave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In pop culture there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/heraklit1/startrek.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Star Trek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;which seemed to advocate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pantheism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; rather than a belief in God and gave women and men a more equal footing - even moreso in the 70's and 80's films and tv. Then in the 70's there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wonderwoman-online.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wonder Woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/bionic-woman/show/583/summary.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bionic Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the 80's we had Rosanne to look to for strength in the woman at home and Murphy Brown at work. In the early 90's there was Ellen (who can forget her coming out?) and the phrase "grrrl power" was initially associated with the band &lt;a title="Riot Grrrl" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Riot_Grrrl"&gt;Riot Grrrl&lt;/a&gt;. "Girl power" was later utilized by other bands including the indie band &lt;a title="Helen Love (band)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helen_Love_(band)"&gt;Helen Love&lt;/a&gt; and the pop-punk duo &lt;a title="Shampoo (band)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shampoo_(band)"&gt;Shampoo&lt;/a&gt; and later, of course made commonplace by the &lt;a href="http://www.thespicegirls.com/"&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/a&gt;. The late 90's received an upsurge of "girl power" on tv with the airing of popular woman-based shows like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/SHOWBIZ/9708/01/xena/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xena, Warrior Princess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(1995), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcfamily.go.com/abcfamily/path/section_Shows+Sabrina/page_Detail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabrina the Teenage Witch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(1996) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tnt.tv/search/searchresults.jsp?query=charmed&amp;amp;searchType=SITE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (1998) - all of which included the practice of Wicca . "Girl power" was also incarnated for children in the cartoons: Powerpuff Girls in the late 90's and Kim Possible in 2002.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I guess I don't understand the crucification (so to speak) of Buffy for a movement that's been going on for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4518017224002913792-6012530628497885244?l=mommy911chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I started thinking about it because I am spending today alone with my youngest son, Leo. He is 2 years old and just the cutest little guy you can imagine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238158999031288658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMatzXT4MpQ/SLGt205Gk1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/7riQ0rAo5Yg/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realized after a few hours that I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been missing a lot of what has been going on with him in the past few months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is really communicating a lot now. He’s talking so much more than I realized! ...And he’s funny! :) He has a great sense of humour! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just don’t notice as much because I’m always so busy breaking up arguments with his older brother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xan&lt;/span&gt; who is three years old, or because I am only hearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Xan&lt;/span&gt; because he is so much louder in general than Leo is. I suppose that is typical, but I feel a little bad knowing that I haven’t been paying attention the way I should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a second baby changes everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much more than you think it will. In as much as having your first child changed your life forever, having a second child is like starting all over again. Sure, you have the basics – you learned from the first one how to take care of diaper rash, where to find formula in the grocery store and when you really need to call the doctor – and of course, you have the highchair, crib, bottles and diapers. But there are things that you don’t even think about that make having that second baby 100 times harder than the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foremost, if you are a woman and you’re second pregnancy is within 3 years of the first, you probably haven’t fully recovered from the lack of sleep and hormone fluctuations after your first child. I had my children 16 months apart and I don’t think I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; truly had one night of eight uninterrupted hours of sleep in the past 3 and a half years. And, if you haven’t lost the pregnancy weight from the first time around, losing it after the second is, oh, so much harder!…which, by the way, also slows you down and makes everything an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, is the obvious financial cost of having a second child. It’s more than you think – especially if the child has any sort of special needs (i.e. an allergy to milk – soy milk is nearly twice as expensive). Whatever cost you have anticipated – if you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; thought that far ahead at all (most people don’t, so don’t feel bad!) – take that number and add another 25-50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, though, I think the hardest thing about having a second child is making sure both kids get the attention that they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With day-to-day life getting in the way, just sitting down and having a one-on-one hugging/playing session becomes a true challenge. It seems like there is always laundry to be done, dishes to wash or a meal to prepare – not to mention "mommy and me" classes, grocery shopping and (possibly) work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the women’s/parenting magazines, a lot of what you see is “Make time for yourself! Find yourself again! Don’t be afraid to be selfish!” My advice is completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I agree that you should always pursue your interests and dreams, sharing them with your children is much more rewarding than spa time alone. Just don’t try to do it with both of them at once!! Have daddy or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grandmom&lt;/span&gt; or the babysitter watch one of your children. Take the other child and share YOU. You like gardening? Let him dig a hole while you plant your tomatoes. You need to go grocery shopping? Let him walk beside you and help pick out the food - tell him why you choose the things you choose and how to pick a good bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bananas&lt;/span&gt;. You like biking? Stick him on the back of your bike. You enjoy movies? Pop some corn and watch one with him and talk him through it – (keep it “G” rated of course!) – and watch how his face lights up! You like reading?...well, that’s just too damn obvious! :) The more time you spend getting to know your children now, the less time you’ll have to spend wondering who your child is as a teen and adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my theory, but I can’t think of one person who ever said, “I wish my parents had spent LESS time with me as a kid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4518017224002913792-1804554317138654053?l=mommy911chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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My initial reaction: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt;!" ...Upon closer inspection I discovered that his face was a strange shade of purple around the mouth. My heart nearly stopped and I burst into the room scaring the b-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jeezuz&lt;/span&gt; out of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course, this rude awakening spawned a roar and a subsequent fountain of tears. Meanwhile, I realized that my bare feet were feeling a damp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squishiness&lt;/span&gt; on the carpet. Dread filled my chest. A faint aroma reached my nostrils and I knew it was going to be a rough day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My angelic little boy had taken off his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; diaper during the night and had a finger painting party. The walls, the carpet, the door and everything in between had a nice coating of feces. Evidently, he also got hungry and chewed on a purple crayon which resulted in the hue covering his mouth and cheeks that nearly gave his mommy a stroke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If this little story doesn't ring true to you, then you either are a freakishly perfect parent and never take your eyes off of your bundle of joy or your little one is still that, little. Never fear, you too will experience the wonder of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;toddlerhood&lt;/span&gt;! Not looking forward to it as much as you were a minute ago, are you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't worry! You've found a friend in me! Every few days I'll be posting a story, an observation or perhaps even some advice that you might find helpful. My primary goal is to help you to know that you are not alone! Stay at home moms are often cut off from the rest of the world and we need to know that there are other forms of life on this planet that don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; like to play in waste and eat purple wax! Hopefully, I'll make you smile and if I work really hard, maybe I can make your life easier. I welcome you to take part - post comments, questions, ideas or criticisms! I will do my best to make your "me time" entertaining! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Meanwhile, I'll be scrubbing poop off of the walls and making a note so that I don't panic when my son's next movement happens to be purple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4518017224002913792-5295925301462219558?l=mommy911chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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