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	<title>Comments on: Trying not to Panic</title>
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		<title>By: Jody</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 03:04:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#039;m a little crazy, although more on the homefront (the pre-departure lists/panic) than in the air.  An hour with nothing to do and no one to entertain?  Naptime, here I come.

This is timely, because I&#039;m dashing away for 48 hours with a friend to her house on the beach (and that&#039;s actually the LEAST of the ways in which I got lucky with friendships here in semi-Quaint Southern City), and I&#039;m trying to resist the urge to scatter notes everywhere.  Not only do the kids have to take Valentines to class on Friday, not only is it Jump Rope for Heart on Friday, not only do they have to take bag lunches because of the jumping rope, but my MIL arrives for a weekend visit just as I return from the beach (I&#039;m picking her up on my way home).  There are only about six different ways something could slip through the cracks.

Oh, and I need to sign the kids up for camp.  February 8th -- time to lock down the summer schedule.  Groan.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m a little crazy, although more on the homefront (the pre-departure lists/panic) than in the air.  An hour with nothing to do and no one to entertain?  Naptime, here I come.</p>
<p>This is timely, because I&#8217;m dashing away for 48 hours with a friend to her house on the beach (and that&#8217;s actually the LEAST of the ways in which I got lucky with friendships here in semi-Quaint Southern City), and I&#8217;m trying to resist the urge to scatter notes everywhere.  Not only do the kids have to take Valentines to class on Friday, not only is it Jump Rope for Heart on Friday, not only do they have to take bag lunches because of the jumping rope, but my MIL arrives for a weekend visit just as I return from the beach (I&#8217;m picking her up on my way home).  There are only about six different ways something could slip through the cracks.</p>
<p>Oh, and I need to sign the kids up for camp.  February 8th &#8212; time to lock down the summer schedule.  Groan.</p>
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		<title>By: Rev Dr Mom</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 01:28:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am exactly the same way. And it makes the Kid crazy whenever I / we are going somewhere. Can you imagine how it was when we were packing him off to college!?!

Have a great time. If it is the Quaint Southern City I&#039;m thinking of, I once lived there--great place!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am exactly the same way. And it makes the Kid crazy whenever I / we are going somewhere. Can you imagine how it was when we were packing him off to college!?!</p>
<p>Have a great time. If it is the Quaint Southern City I&#8217;m thinking of, I once lived there&#8211;great place!</p>
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