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		<title>By: One Of These Things Is Not Like the Other...</title>
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		<dc:creator>One Of These Things Is Not Like the Other...</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jan 2010 05:47:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] life, my work, and my passion. Between the punditry you&#8217;ll find stories of my struggle with balancing motherhood and career. Posts about my family&#8217;s moral compass, teaching sex to my kids, and even just my thoughts as [...]</description>
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		<title>By: cheri</title>
		<link>http://queenofspainblog.com/2009/03/19/walking-the-tightrope/comment-page-1/#comment-65837</link>
		<dc:creator>cheri</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 16:06:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My damp eyes were glued to your post and my heart beat just a bit faster than usual.  You aptly represent the archetype of a woman.  I reared six children, have two bonus children from my current marriage and we are awaiting our 14th grandchild.  I had no assistance, financial or otherwise, from family during those child rearing years.  The children and their families live across the nation and we manage to visit all of them two or more times a year.  I obtained my bachelor and master degrees while raising a house full of children.  I attended almost all of the sporting and school events and all of the teacher&#039;s conferences.  I&#039;ve always worked full-time - except when I took the 4 years (that&#039;s right, 4 years) to obtain my degrees, then I worked part-time.  I now work full-time and assist my husband in the lodging business that we own and operate (operate year &#039;round and without employees.)  Of the combined eight children - 7 have college degrees and the eighth is owner in an old &amp; very successful business.  All of the children are self-supporting, all of the grandchildren are seemingly happy, active and doing well in school.  I say all this because I want you to know that &quot;GUILT&quot; was the word I focused on in your blog.  Why, why, why do we riddle ourselves with guilt no matter what we do and no matter how well we do it?  Keep writing - it will keep you sane - relatively speaking.  :))</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My damp eyes were glued to your post and my heart beat just a bit faster than usual.  You aptly represent the archetype of a woman.  I reared six children, have two bonus children from my current marriage and we are awaiting our 14th grandchild.  I had no assistance, financial or otherwise, from family during those child rearing years.  The children and their families live across the nation and we manage to visit all of them two or more times a year.  I obtained my bachelor and master degrees while raising a house full of children.  I attended almost all of the sporting and school events and all of the teacher&#8217;s conferences.  I&#8217;ve always worked full-time &#8211; except when I took the 4 years (that&#8217;s right, 4 years) to obtain my degrees, then I worked part-time.  I now work full-time and assist my husband in the lodging business that we own and operate (operate year &#8217;round and without employees.)  Of the combined eight children &#8211; 7 have college degrees and the eighth is owner in an old &amp; very successful business.  All of the children are self-supporting, all of the grandchildren are seemingly happy, active and doing well in school.  I say all this because I want you to know that &#8220;GUILT&#8221; was the word I focused on in your blog.  Why, why, why do we riddle ourselves with guilt no matter what we do and no matter how well we do it?  Keep writing &#8211; it will keep you sane &#8211; relatively speaking.  <img src='http://queenofspainblog.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> )</p>
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		<title>By: Marsha</title>
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		<dc:creator>Marsha</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 12:52:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your post brought back memories, some painful, some heartwarming.  I, too, worked from home and had a hectic travel schedule.  My two are now off to college (well, one is in last days of high school and has few demands on me anymore).  I&#039;ve said for a while that women were sold a bill of goods when told we could have kids and a career and do both perfectly well.  Not sure who suffers most in this scenario, but mom herself is up there at the top with kids.  If I had to do it all over again, though, not sure I&#039;d choose differently.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your post brought back memories, some painful, some heartwarming.  I, too, worked from home and had a hectic travel schedule.  My two are now off to college (well, one is in last days of high school and has few demands on me anymore).  I&#8217;ve said for a while that women were sold a bill of goods when told we could have kids and a career and do both perfectly well.  Not sure who suffers most in this scenario, but mom herself is up there at the top with kids.  If I had to do it all over again, though, not sure I&#8217;d choose differently.</p>
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		<title>By: ParentopiaDevra</title>
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		<dc:creator>ParentopiaDevra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:31:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Fortunately below every tightrope there is usually a safety net. 

You have my number. : )</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fortunately below every tightrope there is usually a safety net. </p>
<p>You have my number. : )</p>
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		<title>By: Lucretia Pruitt</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lucretia Pruitt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 10:56:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am, at nearly 5 a.m. after a night of insomnia, and several days late, only just now getting to this.

Not fair to make me cry at the keyboard in the dark when I haven&#039;t had sleep and &quot;tomorrow&quot; morning (read: 2 - 2 1/2 hrs from now) my kidlet wakes up to spend more &quot;Spring Break&quot; with me denying me even the usual &quot;time to do stuff&quot; that kindergarten usually brings now.

My blog is oh... 3-4 weeks behind.  My brain is fogged.  My calendar is scaring me b/c I&#039;m definitely starting to go beyond the &quot;only 1 trip a month maximum honey&quot; limit I set for myself before the year started... and I&#039;m also kinda laughing because you really *did* look like you had it all together down in Austin and I kept thinking &quot;damn... I know she&#039;s at least as busy if not busier than I am... and I know her husband is just as busy as mine... how does she do it all?&quot;

Now I feel a little bit better knowing that you do it the same way I do - dropping the knives you can&#039;t juggle without bloodloss and keeping the rest going by telling yourself &quot;something&#039;s got to give soon - I hope it&#039;s not me.&quot;

Love you sister.  Thanks for writing this.  

Made me feel slightly better thinking about my lack of coherent answer when my daughter looked at me yesterday and said &quot;Mommy, why do you work here at home and Daddy works in an office?&quot; as we were playing &#039;Pretty, Pretty Princess&#039; and I was also deliberately deciding to let some of the knives just clatter to the floor.

((hug))</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am, at nearly 5 a.m. after a night of insomnia, and several days late, only just now getting to this.</p>
<p>Not fair to make me cry at the keyboard in the dark when I haven&#8217;t had sleep and &#8220;tomorrow&#8221; morning (read: 2 &#8211; 2 1/2 hrs from now) my kidlet wakes up to spend more &#8220;Spring Break&#8221; with me denying me even the usual &#8220;time to do stuff&#8221; that kindergarten usually brings now.</p>
<p>My blog is oh&#8230; 3-4 weeks behind.  My brain is fogged.  My calendar is scaring me b/c I&#8217;m definitely starting to go beyond the &#8220;only 1 trip a month maximum honey&#8221; limit I set for myself before the year started&#8230; and I&#8217;m also kinda laughing because you really *did* look like you had it all together down in Austin and I kept thinking &#8220;damn&#8230; I know she&#8217;s at least as busy if not busier than I am&#8230; and I know her husband is just as busy as mine&#8230; how does she do it all?&#8221;</p>
<p>Now I feel a little bit better knowing that you do it the same way I do &#8211; dropping the knives you can&#8217;t juggle without bloodloss and keeping the rest going by telling yourself &#8220;something&#8217;s got to give soon &#8211; I hope it&#8217;s not me.&#8221;</p>
<p>Love you sister.  Thanks for writing this.  </p>
<p>Made me feel slightly better thinking about my lack of coherent answer when my daughter looked at me yesterday and said &#8220;Mommy, why do you work here at home and Daddy works in an office?&#8221; as we were playing &#8216;Pretty, Pretty Princess&#8217; and I was also deliberately deciding to let some of the knives just clatter to the floor.</p>
<p>((hug))</p>
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		<title>By: lynngg</title>
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		<dc:creator>lynngg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 23:11:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You may not have it all together, but having followed you for a long time, I will say that you are a most amazing person. Keep it up.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You may not have it all together, but having followed you for a long time, I will say that you are a most amazing person. Keep it up.</p>
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		<title>By: Queen of Spain</title>
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		<dc:creator>Queen of Spain</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 19:39:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dorothy I would need a GRID to figure that out. lol</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dorothy I would need a GRID to figure that out. lol</p>
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		<title>By: Dorothy Stahlnecker</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dorothy Stahlnecker</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 19:25:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You are so right regarding all your thoughts even at 62 as my six year old grandson left my home from a Friday sleepover and we kept my husband’s daughter Tracy who is developmentally disabled an extra night (we keep her every other Friday from her group home) and tonight Joes daughter (my step daughter) and my step grandson who married my step daughter (don’t try to figure that out) is coming to dinner so we can see them and their baby my granddaughter or great granddaughter.  My schedule is so horrendous even after 43 years of working often I want to throw up and wonder what kind of mom, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife, and friend I am as I continue to cut up the pie to fulfill all my obligations.  Work is a constant struggle in today’s economy and really after it’s all done who’s got enough of me not to mention is there anything left for us there is?

Here, here as I’m telling you it sounds like you’re exhausted and remember there is no peace for those of us who fill our lives with family friends and obligations.  That’s what life  is really about and as I lament about my previous years filled up as they are honestly my album of life is filled with laughter, smiles, happiness, sadness support when needed and yours will be too as you are a fine parent with a wonderful history and a lot  of good you’ve spread in this world already.  Keep up the great work and parenting and remember you can be my family or friend any day as you’re the right kind of person friend and family member we need today so learn by heart the struggle is worth the journey  the memories immeasurable blessings and great health…

Hugs Dorothy from grammology
Grammology.com</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are so right regarding all your thoughts even at 62 as my six year old grandson left my home from a Friday sleepover and we kept my husband’s daughter Tracy who is developmentally disabled an extra night (we keep her every other Friday from her group home) and tonight Joes daughter (my step daughter) and my step grandson who married my step daughter (don’t try to figure that out) is coming to dinner so we can see them and their baby my granddaughter or great granddaughter.  My schedule is so horrendous even after 43 years of working often I want to throw up and wonder what kind of mom, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife, and friend I am as I continue to cut up the pie to fulfill all my obligations.  Work is a constant struggle in today’s economy and really after it’s all done who’s got enough of me not to mention is there anything left for us there is?</p>
<p>Here, here as I’m telling you it sounds like you’re exhausted and remember there is no peace for those of us who fill our lives with family friends and obligations.  That’s what life  is really about and as I lament about my previous years filled up as they are honestly my album of life is filled with laughter, smiles, happiness, sadness support when needed and yours will be too as you are a fine parent with a wonderful history and a lot  of good you’ve spread in this world already.  Keep up the great work and parenting and remember you can be my family or friend any day as you’re the right kind of person friend and family member we need today so learn by heart the struggle is worth the journey  the memories immeasurable blessings and great health…</p>
<p>Hugs Dorothy from grammology<br />
Grammology.com</p>
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		<title>By: melissa</title>
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		<dc:creator>melissa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 13:35:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i have 5 kids.  someone ALWAYS has SOMETHING.  and people always tell me that they don&#039;t know how i do it and keep my sanity.  and i do the same thing...i blink.  i fake smile.  and i sigh inside.  because i don&#039;t always know how i keep it together or if i really am keeping it together.
anyway...
wow.  great post!!  thanks!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i have 5 kids.  someone ALWAYS has SOMETHING.  and people always tell me that they don&#8217;t know how i do it and keep my sanity.  and i do the same thing&#8230;i blink.  i fake smile.  and i sigh inside.  because i don&#8217;t always know how i keep it together or if i really am keeping it together.<br />
anyway&#8230;<br />
wow.  great post!!  thanks!</p>
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		<title>By: Allison</title>
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		<dc:creator>Allison</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 04:09:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah, so true.  I think it&#039;s fake it till you make it.  And right now, for me at least, I&#039;m faking it one day at a time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah, so true.  I think it&#8217;s fake it till you make it.  And right now, for me at least, I&#8217;m faking it one day at a time.</p>
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