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AlmostNormal - 2005-11-07 19:33:48
I'm just commenting all over your junk today. I'm sorry for being so verbose. This is a transition period for your family, and transition periods are really difficult, but they pass...you'll find time for you somewhere in the jumble, and eventually you'll wonder what you were so worried about.
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G - 2005-11-07 22:38:49
OMG... time out is a major staple in my house. He even puts himself IN it for no reason. He rips off his socks and shoes in the car and occasionally takes his pants off. He loves to run around in his diaper/pullup and fling himself onto the couch. I hate that he jumps and throws himself on my couch- the poor dumb piece of shit is falling apart (the couch, not the kid). So, he's not helping. I stop him and squish down to his level to tell him not to, but he yells, "GET AWAY" and runs off. If pulling ur hair out makes you wiser, then I'm SO TOTALLY WISE that it's painful.
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fightn4life - 2005-11-11 23:42:32
I wanted to thank you for leaving me a note in my diary to give me the opportunity to talk with you during these trying times after the accident. Seems depression set in before I had the chance to come back and ask you about your car accident, how it affected your thinking and such. I have found my way out of the slump although I still have no desire to drive. I am not yet released to drive so I suppose it is a good thing. Thanks for letting me know it was months before you felt again comfortable behind the wheel of an auto Lord knows it does help knowing we are not alone. I have not forgot your message and have kept up with your diary; tonight I was able to find the words to say, thanks for being here all along. Sandyz
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fightn4life - 2005-11-11 23:52:52
I wanted to add a thought about your dilemma, I too had three young kids and at that time treadmills and aerobics were the weight loss thing s to do. I would put on music and the kids would join me during my times on the treadmill or play around me while doing aerobics. It was kind of like our fun time together, they knew mommy would be mad if they left the room. I had all kinds of stuff around to keep them occupied, and I could watch them and do my thing at the same. This still gave me "me" time during their earlier bedtime and if I was lucky when they all napped, it was more time I had. My youngest daughter (now grown) recalls those times as being fun time with mom�go figure. She now does Yoga with my three young grandsons imitating or crawling over her. It's their time with mommy. Life can be good, make a game of it. Sandyz
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