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	<title>Comments on: Loathing or Something</title>
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	<description>Exchange Some Yellow!</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 21:25:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Melissa's Cozy Teacup</title>
		<link>http://flawedbutauthentic.com/2008/01/29/loathing-or-something/#comment-312</link>
		<dc:creator>Melissa's Cozy Teacup</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 05:38:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I stuck my tongue out at my mom behind her back once when I was a kid. We were in a store, probably K-mart. My dad ratted me out to her. What a snitch!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I stuck my tongue out at my mom behind her back once when I was a kid. We were in a store, probably K-mart. My dad ratted me out to her. What a snitch!</p>
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		<title>By: heatherIbabble</title>
		<link>http://flawedbutauthentic.com/2008/01/29/loathing-or-something/#comment-311</link>
		<dc:creator>heatherIbabble</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 05:22:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just saw this today after coming from Heather's (omsh) site and I just wanted to say that I, too, used to say mean things like that to my mom.  I used to scream how I hated her and wish she wasn't my mom and all kinds of horrible things.  I think it's just a phase.  I'm 22 now and we're best friends.  So just keep your head up, and if it helps, my mom's response was always "but I Looooooove you" which generally tended to make me more annoyed but gave her a chuckle.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just saw this today after coming from Heather&#8217;s (omsh) site and I just wanted to say that I, too, used to say mean things like that to my mom.  I used to scream how I hated her and wish she wasn&#8217;t my mom and all kinds of horrible things.  I think it&#8217;s just a phase.  I&#8217;m 22 now and we&#8217;re best friends.  So just keep your head up, and if it helps, my mom&#8217;s response was always &#8220;but I Looooooove you&#8221; which generally tended to make me more annoyed but gave her a chuckle.</p>
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		<title>By: heather</title>
		<link>http://flawedbutauthentic.com/2008/01/29/loathing-or-something/#comment-297</link>
		<dc:creator>heather</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 04:41:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My son sometimes tells me "You annoy me."
That's when I say, "Yea, well I annoy me too."
He never knows what to say to that, but it irritates the fire out of him that I don't react differently.

If I could knit socks at that point, I would.  That or a muzzle.  Any books on knitting muzzles?

No, seriously...it is hard being a parent who wants to always be adored.  The only child in me hates it when any of my kids are mad at me.  I want to be the apple of their eye - always.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My son sometimes tells me &#8220;You annoy me.&#8221;<br />
That&#8217;s when I say, &#8220;Yea, well I annoy me too.&#8221;<br />
He never knows what to say to that, but it irritates the fire out of him that I don&#8217;t react differently.</p>
<p>If I could knit socks at that point, I would.  That or a muzzle.  Any books on knitting muzzles?</p>
<p>No, seriously&#8230;it is hard being a parent who wants to always be adored.  The only child in me hates it when any of my kids are mad at me.  I want to be the apple of their eye - always.</p>
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		<title>By: leahpeah</title>
		<link>http://flawedbutauthentic.com/2008/01/29/loathing-or-something/#comment-296</link>
		<dc:creator>leahpeah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 21:46:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I so remember those days when one or two or all the kids decided they hated me. Because I asked them to clean up the toys or asked them to brush their teeth or eat a grilled cheese sandwich. Oh the horrors of my unrealistic requests. But now we laugh about those times together and they tell me how sorry they are that they acted like that. And then we have some hugs and eat ice creams or drink coffees. Just keep reminding yourself that you are doing GREAT. Because you are. xoxo</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I so remember those days when one or two or all the kids decided they hated me. Because I asked them to clean up the toys or asked them to brush their teeth or eat a grilled cheese sandwich. Oh the horrors of my unrealistic requests. But now we laugh about those times together and they tell me how sorry they are that they acted like that. And then we have some hugs and eat ice creams or drink coffees. Just keep reminding yourself that you are doing GREAT. Because you are. xoxo</p>
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