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    <title>topic Scary Mommy Confessions in Community Chat</title>
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    <description>&lt;P&gt;From &lt;EM&gt;Stress-Less Parenting's&lt;/EM&gt; blog.  Some are just hilarious&lt;IMG src="http://community.qvc.com/DesktopModules/ExactTarget/Controls/TextEditor/jscripts/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/img/laugh.gif" alt="{#emotions_dlg.laugh}" /&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Can you relate and add any of your own ?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;With tears glistening in my eyes, I make sure to say those three wonderful words to my precious child every single day: “It’s bed-time, son.”&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;The intention was to sneeze gracefully with my face covered. The execution? Right as I sneezed I had to grab my crotch to keep from peeing myself. These are not the mom decisions I envisioned.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Hidden in the pantry in a box labeled “flour,” is top of the line chocolate and a few joints. I rarely resort to it, but it’s a comfort knowing it’s there. &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;I joined a gym just for the free daycare. I drop the kids off and read magazines and blogs in the locker room.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI class="last"&gt;I kiss my young teenager goodbye in the morning as she leaves for school, rising above the hormone-fueled snarling and histrionics. Then I close the front door and flip her off, with both hands.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;/UL&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;</description>
    <pubDate>Mon, 27 May 2013 03:43:19 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:creator>Lila Belle</dc:creator>
    <dc:date>2013-05-27T03:43:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Scary Mommy Confessions</title>
      <link>https://community.qvc.com/t5/Community-Chat/Scary-Mommy-Confessions/m-p/328017#M138855</link>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;From &lt;EM&gt;Stress-Less Parenting's&lt;/EM&gt; blog.  Some are just hilarious&lt;IMG src="http://community.qvc.com/DesktopModules/ExactTarget/Controls/TextEditor/jscripts/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/img/laugh.gif" alt="{#emotions_dlg.laugh}" /&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Can you relate and add any of your own ?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;With tears glistening in my eyes, I make sure to say those three wonderful words to my precious child every single day: “It’s bed-time, son.”&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;The intention was to sneeze gracefully with my face covered. The execution? Right as I sneezed I had to grab my crotch to keep from peeing myself. These are not the mom decisions I envisioned.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Hidden in the pantry in a box labeled “flour,” is top of the line chocolate and a few joints. I rarely resort to it, but it’s a comfort knowing it’s there. &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;I joined a gym just for the free daycare. I drop the kids off and read magazines and blogs in the locker room.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI class="last"&gt;I kiss my young teenager goodbye in the morning as she leaves for school, rising above the hormone-fueled snarling and histrionics. Then I close the front door and flip her off, with both hands.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;/UL&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 27 May 2013 03:43:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Lila Belle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2013-05-27T03:43:19Z</dc:date>
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