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ROCK</category><category>myblogspark</category><category>new beginnings</category><category>new home</category><category>not very exciting stuff</category><category>oversharing</category><category>penis</category><category>pregnanc</category><category>reader opinions</category><category>religion</category><category>science experiments</category><category>searching for something else</category><category>secondary blog name</category><category>sleep</category><category>sleeve</category><category>standing up for what I believe in</category><category>stigma</category><category>strange stuff</category><category>stress relief</category><category>super nanny</category><category>the dark side</category><category>the farm</category><category>the ladies</category><category>therapeutic parenting</category><category>total transformatin program</category><category>trauma</category><category>vagina</category><category>vertical gastric sleeve</category><category>visit from hell</category><category>visual procesing disorder</category><category>we said what?</category><category>weight loss</category><category>weight loss surgery</category><category>you don&#39;t have to read this boring post</category><category>zombies aliens and republicans</category><title>Mommy Needs Therapy...or a bottle of wine.</title><description>&quot;Who are you?&quot; my son asked me when he was five. I didn&#39;t have an answer for him. Join me as I attempt to figure this out.</description><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>701</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-6041524925937468721</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2015 01:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-13T21:27:21.995-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life is good</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">new home</category><title>And then we moved!</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh baby it has been a busy three months!

Yup, we sold our house! We closed on the new house July 17 (two days late) after some bank shenanigans with our buyers mortgage company.

Lesson learned: social media can be very powerful! Wells Fargo can pretty much #suckit, but call them out on Facebook and you might get your own personal customer service specialist assigned to your complaint, which in </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2015/08/and-then-we-moved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-6645755540113623295</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2015 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-05-27T17:30:00.660-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crazy neighbors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">new beginnings</category><title>Update to &quot;Neighbors - you can&#39;t live with them and you can&#39;t make them move. A three part series in why I wish we could move to the middle of nowhere so I didn&#39;t have to navigate difficult social interactions with other adults. Part 3.&quot; So technically I guess this is Part 4.</title><atom:summary type="text">Less of an update and more of Part 4 in a 3 part series. Or maybe just another excuse for a really long title. 

So no, I can&#39;t make my neighbors move. But it turns out I CAN! Or actually WE can!

If you read the update I wrote on Part 3 you will know that my plan to make peace with wall sharing neighbor didn&#39;t actually go as planned.

Instead I owe her a huge thank you because her judgmental </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2015/05/update-to-neighbors-you-cant-live-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_RjO_XkL1fiWZb8AzS1YnzYD6iB3JOb_ns7vtGquZxjkOETYFCFxRiBZ5sjvelzoC8OZPfvqgNt8Mq3j2fz-ePO36vYCDI_AOVccRHTPZ-d3mrJuhTuAWn6pPDu21-bXK27AOQ/s72-c/lcf173a45-m1xd-w640_h480_q80.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-8470749699172042294</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2015 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-04-09T22:59:41.825-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">asshattery</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crazy neighbors</category><title>Neighbors - you can&#39;t live with them and you can&#39;t make them move. A three part series in why I wish we could move to the middle of nowhere so I didn&#39;t have to nagivate difficult social interactions with other adults. Part 3</title><atom:summary type="text">You had to know this post was coming right? I mean I can&#39;t write 
about neighbors without including The Other Family (hereafter known as 
TOF).&amp;nbsp;

If you haven&#39;t figured it out, TOF is the family
 from last fall. If you don&#39;t know what I&#39;m talking about you can go 
back a few posts to what I wrote in October. There hasn&#39;t been much 
writing in between so it shouldn&#39;t be difficult to find. 

</atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2015/04/neighbors-you-cant-live-with-them-and_9.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-6549166272011698923</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2015 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-04-08T09:30:00.088-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby brother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crazy neighbors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oversharing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>Neighbors - you can&#39;t live with them and you can&#39;t make them move. A three part series in why I wish we could move to the middle of nowhere so I didn&#39;t have to nagivate difficult social interactions with other adults. Part 2.</title><atom:summary type="text">I love the neighbors on one side of us. They are a very nice family. Their kids are adorable. They are kind. And tolerant. And quite honestly, since I don&#39;t think living next to us is the easiest thing to do, they get extra props in my book just for putting up with us as long as they have!

Unfortunately, they are in the process of selling their townhouse and will move away in the next month or </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2015/04/neighbors-you-cant-live-with-them-and_8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-1279418721046920032</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2015 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-04-07T14:12:57.383-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby brother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crazy neighbors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>Neighbors - you can&#39;t live with them and you can&#39;t make them move. A three part series in why I wish we could move to the middle of nowhere so I didn&#39;t have to nagivate difficult social interactions with other adults. Part 1.</title><atom:summary type="text">
I hesitate to say this out loud, but I think it may finally be spring. The windows are open, the birds are singing, the cats are happy alternating between sleeping in front of the open windows and chattering at the birds.


The basketball hoop is set up in the driveway and the boys just want to play outside! When the kids (mine and the rest of the neighborhoods) aren&#39;t in school I hear them </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2015/04/neighbors-you-cant-live-with-them-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXjDmWTxw7w3WwzwPljQmlJD2SutDn8bMpryOsPrT_a89C2BhEEFvULvev2awJ8jF1VSXtWF84dAEqZ0uQdW8M32tzlASK32OdUiJIrBk18fEGkddQpEd_QaXfIYRM0CMuXMTv5w/s72-c/serawindow.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-7960414211553648193</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2015 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-04T12:45:00.250-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby brother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">He said what?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">messing with their minds</category><title>When skillets grow.</title><atom:summary type="text">This blog needs some lightening up after my last few posts, so I&#39;m going to share a funny about Kiel.

My meals are very small these days, so I asked Rich to get me some smaller pans, specifically a small cast iron skillet.

He took me seriously when I said &quot;small&quot; and ordered a 3 1/2 inch skillet for me from Amazon. 

It arrived and we both had to laugh because it was so tiny. Like doll kitchen </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2015/01/when-skillets-grow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-7932612357545066861</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2015 23:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-03T18:17:02.587-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sleeve</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vertical gastric sleeve</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weight loss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weight loss surgery</category><title>This thing I did for me. (AKA a post weight loss surgery update.)</title><atom:summary type="text">In my last post, almost two months ago, I mentioned I had abdominal surgery. To be more specific, I had bariatric surgery (weight loss surgery). To be even more specific I had the vertical gastric sleeve (&quot;sleeve&quot;) procedure. Approximately 85% of my stomach was removed, but unlike with a gastric bypass, my intestines were not affected.

I have no intention of turning this blog into a weight loss </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2015/01/this-thing-i-did-for-me-aka-post-weight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-1099440632215123429</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2014 06:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-11T01:26:49.952-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby brother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crazy neighbors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stress</category><title>Rebuilding the wall </title><atom:summary type="text">I apologize for taking so long to let everyone know we are okay. Initially we were thrown back into crisis management. Fortunately we have an awesome team to go to for help, and the experiences with CPS, etc. were very positive and reassuring as you will see below. Life has settled back down for us. I had abdominal surgery last week, which meant I spent the week before preparing to be out of work</atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2014/11/rebuilding-wall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-2871633583471521985</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2014 02:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-08T16:53:42.636-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby brother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guilt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">PTSD</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trauma</category><title>And the walls came tumbling down around us</title><atom:summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;I wrote this a couple weeks ago but didn&#39;t have a chance to finish it at the time.

For the first time in many years we aren&#39;t living in constant crisis mode. There are still moments with Noah, sometimes even daily, but we are handling them better and we are seeing progress despite them. Noah is doing better right now than we have ever seen him. It&#39;s amazing.&amp;nbsp;

Now that Kiel is in </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2014/10/and-walls-came-tumbling-down-around-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-4329745293299351880</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2014 04:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-24T00:16:39.690-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medication</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>And finally - I bring you the NOW</title><atom:summary type="text">I promised you an update weeks ago and clearly my follow through sucks.

The concise version is that Noah is doing so much better.

The longer version starts with Noah being discharged from the hospital after 22 days. He wasn&#39;t really better, he was just different. His emotions were back. All of them, not just anger. He wanted to come home. The next step typically would be a week or two of </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2014/08/and-finally-i-bring-you-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-7338751486794467626</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2014 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T13:42:36.638-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mental illness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>The During - You don&#39;t get casseroles when your child is in the nut house</title><atom:summary type="text">Another post from the time Noah was in the hospital.&amp;nbsp; 

&amp;nbsp;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I get that people don&#39;t always know what to say to me. My honesty about what is going on with Noah is uncomfortable for some.

Having a child at a psychiatric hospital isn&#39;t the same as if they were 
in a &quot;real&quot; hospital. At least that is what most people think.&amp;nbsp; Noah 
might not be </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-during-you-dont-get-caseroles-when.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-2286733433839489658</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2014 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-01T23:15:26.729-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mental illness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stress</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>The During - A day in the life of a psych unit mom</title><atom:summary type="text">Another post I wrote but didn&#39;t go back and publish. I thought about not posting it at all, but someday another mother will be going through this and maybe they will find this post. If it can help her by reading about someone else having been there, well, then the words stay.&amp;nbsp; 

I wrote this about two weeks into his stay. 

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For the most part I</atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-during-day-in-life-of-psych-unit-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-5546792515641828432</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2014 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-30T12:57:22.849-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mental illness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood disorders suck</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stress</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>The Time Between</title><atom:summary type="text">I wrote this shortly after Noah came home from the hospital. I was letting it sit overnight before I posted it. Obviously I never came back to it.&amp;nbsp;

To those of you who have commented recently asking how we are doing, and to all my other readers, thank you! Thank you for caring about us! Thank you for pushing me to update!&amp;nbsp;

This post is about how things were. I will post again about </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-time-between.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-1412319565017058089</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2014 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-15T01:31:17.388-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mental illness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">psychiatrist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>His Empty Room</title><atom:summary type="text">I have looked forward to Noah&#39;s first night away from home for several years. It is a right of passage after all.

I always thought it would be his first sleepover with a friend, or a night with grandma and papa. Maybe his first time at summer camp.

I always thought his first night away would have happened by now.

I have mourned the absence of invites from friends and grandparents.
I never </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2014/03/his-empty-room.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-8880015878763933758</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Feb 2014 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-24T20:02:04.925-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">decisions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mental illness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>Decisions: When the head knows, but the heart is saying &quot;la la la...shut up bitch, I can&#39;t hear you.&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">We find ourselves in the unenviable position of having to make a very difficult decision regarding Noah. The most difficult decision we have faced yet.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s not that we haven&#39;t made difficult decisions about his care in the past, and I know we will likely face even more difficult decisions in the future, but this one just sucks. It means we have taken that next step forward on the path of </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2014/02/decisions-when-head-knows-but-heart-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-7264931994389113957</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2014 01:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-06T20:05:08.599-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby brother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breaking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">summer camp</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>Sometimes I bend, but I will not break.</title><atom:summary type="text">There are times when the weight of the responsibility of raising Noah to be a decent, independent adult that is able to function in society threatens to break me. 

I don&#39;t think I&#39;m supposed to admit that though.&amp;nbsp;

As the parent of a child with special needs I should be worthy of hearing &quot;I don&#39;t know how you do it,&quot; &quot;I couldn&#39;t do what you do,&quot; and &quot;he is so lucky to have you.&quot; 

When I </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2014/02/sometimes-i-bend-but-i-will-not-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-381310628722395691</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2013 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-10-31T12:13:27.418-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">He did what?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">He said what?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><title>Too funny not to share!</title><atom:summary type="text">An email from Noah&#39;s teacher last week. 


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Original message --------
From: awesome teacher

Date: 10/25/2013 1:31 PM (GMT-05:00) 
To: Noah&#39;s mom
Subject: umm...help! :) 





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</atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2013/10/too-funny-not-to-share.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-6121244380823111316</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Oct 2013 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-10-14T09:00:05.322-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">depression</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FASD</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mental illness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood disorders suck</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stigma</category><title>Stigma is an Asshole</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh boy do I have some stories I need to tell. Soon. Hopefully, I will have time soon.

Tonight I want to talk about stigma. Last week was Mental Illness Awareness Week. I didn&#39;t know about it though until mid-way through the week. Probably because I&#39;ve been so busy the last two weeks dealing with my sons mental illness.

Is it considered irony, or just coincidence, that tonight I write about </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2013/10/stigma-is-asshole.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-6446941458152087233</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Oct 2013 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-10-09T22:12:58.309-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mania</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mental illness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood disorders suck</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">psychiatrist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>This was last week. It&#39;s not over.</title><atom:summary type="text">Since the incident at soccer Noah has become increasingly fast. Not fast like &quot;wow, watch that kid run&quot; fast, but &quot;wow, this kid is manic&quot; fast. Or in other words, Noah&#39;s been riding the wackadoodle express, and frankly, it doesn&#39;t look like he&#39;s headed for a station any time soon.

Typically, Noah holds himself together at school fairly well. He&#39;s able to do that because of his awesome teacher </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2013/10/this-was-last-week-its-not-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-1433303036802012409</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Sep 2013 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-30T11:23:00.145-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby brother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">He said what?</category><title>Conversations with Kiel</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s time to lighten things up a bit I think, and I have a handful of funny stories from the last couple weeks that all deserve a blog post. Maybe I&#39;ll actually write them. 

Snuggling in bed with Kiel the other night and he was telling me about one of the girls in his kindergarten class and how she likes his new hair cut. Apparently she is his girlfriend and he&#39;s going to marry her. I asked when</atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2013/09/conversations-with-kiel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-3504634283011079450</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Sep 2013 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-29T23:14:39.963-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">consequences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">He did what?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">other parents</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soccer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>Update to &quot;And then this happened...(episode two: the asshat parent)&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">So after I wrote this post, we received a group email from the faux coach.


Hi
 Parents, I would like to sincerely
 apologize to Noah&#39;s parents. I should&#39;ve handled it privately with 
them. My emotions got the best of me and I feel awful the way I handled 
it. &amp;nbsp;

I am VERY sorry.&amp;nbsp;

I appreciate that he apologized, and I&#39;m sure he does feel bad. I wish I could accept it with more grace </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2013/09/update-to-and-then-this-happenedepisode.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-6013348271462248087</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Sep 2013 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-29T22:19:55.434-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">He did what?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">other parents</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soccer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>And then this happened...(episode two: the asshat parent)</title><atom:summary type="text">Soccer today. Noah&#39;s been playing great this season. Watching him play is always the highlight of my week.

Today was no exception while he was on the field.

Off the field however...*sigh*&amp;nbsp; Turns out when he wasn&#39;t playing he was dumping out the other kids water bottles. It wasn&#39;t just Noah, but my guess is he started it.

We played a team from a neighboring township. They are undefeated </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2013/09/and-then-this-happenedepisode-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-3933505273117989673</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Sep 2013 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-28T16:07:34.302-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">He did what?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">other parents</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the boy</category><title>Well this happened...(episode one: the gracious parent)</title><atom:summary type="text">I kind of, maybe, hope anyway, that we kind of might have had a bit of a breakthrough with Noah this week. Or maybe not. It&#39;s hard to say.

The not so short version is that Noah and the boys next door (the ones we share a driveway and backyard with) got into it the other night. Noah&#39;s version includes the other boys threatening to kill him with a plastic baseball bat. (Now, to his credit I did </atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2013/09/well-this-happenedepisode-one-gracious.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-7458131788149973091</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-16T22:49:49.948-04:00</atom:updated><title>The ladies live to sag another day!!</title><atom:summary type="text">Benign!!!!!!

Such a relief. While I was working very hard at not being worried, underneath it all I was scared. Obviously.

Thank you for everyone&#39;s prayers and good wishes! 


&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-ladies-live-to-sag-another-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kristine)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15309561.post-6421267946805771554</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 03:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-12T23:19:35.024-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boob hole</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breast biopsy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">frankenvulva</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">in which I tell you way too much about my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mammogram</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the ladies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TMI</category><title>A long and rambling post about needles, boobs, titanium and puppies.</title><atom:summary type="text">
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