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	<title>Comments on: The Sunday night blues</title>
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		<title>By: Love &#38; Laundry: A Point of Grace Giveaway &#171; The Gypsy Mama</title>
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		<dc:creator>Love &#38; Laundry: A Point of Grace Giveaway &#171; The Gypsy Mama</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 05:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] has made me weigh my priorities, wash my thoughts, see myself through someone else’s eyes and get over my picture perfect [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Open Arms, ready or not &#171; The Gypsy Mama</title>
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		<dc:creator>Open Arms, ready or not &#171; The Gypsy Mama</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 17:08:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] means finding joy trapped in back between two car seats. It means surrendering your car, your laundry room, your dining preferences, and your life to the whirlwind of raising human beings. It means [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] means finding joy trapped in back between two car seats. It means surrendering your car, your laundry room, your dining preferences, and your life to the whirlwind of raising human beings. It means [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Open arms &#171; The Gypsy Mama</title>
		<link>http://thegypsymama.com/2009/10/the-sunday-night-blues/comment-page-1/#comment-516</link>
		<dc:creator>Open arms &#171; The Gypsy Mama</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 20:11:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] means finding joy trapped in back between two car seats. It means surrendering your car, your laundry room, your dining preferences, and your life to the whirlwind of raising human beings. It means [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Beana</title>
		<link>http://thegypsymama.com/2009/10/the-sunday-night-blues/comment-page-1/#comment-515</link>
		<dc:creator>Beana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 04:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Found you in a comment on MckMama&#039;s site.  I&#039;m a working mama of 3 and I resemble pretty much every word you&#039;ve written here!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Found you in a comment on MckMama&#8217;s site.  I&#8217;m a working mama of 3 and I resemble pretty much every word you&#8217;ve written here!</p>
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		<title>By: A thousand miles &#171; The Gypsy Mama</title>
		<link>http://thegypsymama.com/2009/10/the-sunday-night-blues/comment-page-1/#comment-514</link>
		<dc:creator>A thousand miles &#171; The Gypsy Mama</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] son. A public holiday from preschool, but a work day nontheless for mama, Jackson donned his bomber jacket and joined me in the [...]</description>
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		<title>By: thegypsymama</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 20:14:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The &quot;isolation, schlepping and separating&quot; - yes that, that&#039;s it exactly! Thanks so much for the encouragement - it means a lot!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The &#8220;isolation, schlepping and separating&#8221; &#8211; yes that, that&#8217;s it exactly! Thanks so much for the encouragement &#8211; it means a lot!</p>
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		<title>By: thegypsymama</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 20:06:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just keepin&#039; it real and finding the humor along the way! So glad it gave you a chuckle and in the immortal words of Homer Simpson, &quot;I&#039;m (never) tired of making other people feel better about themselves.&quot; (That laundry hasn&#039;t moved, by the way, since I took the picture...sigh...)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just keepin&#8217; it real and finding the humor along the way! So glad it gave you a chuckle and in the immortal words of Homer Simpson, &#8220;I&#8217;m (never) tired of making other people feel better about themselves.&#8221; (That laundry hasn&#8217;t moved, by the way, since I took the picture&#8230;sigh&#8230;)</p>
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		<title>By: Becca</title>
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		<dc:creator>Becca</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 17:37:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh girl. I totally hear you on this post! Thanks for sharing a picture of your laundry room (even though mine&#039;s worse, it still made me feel better haha) :-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh girl. I totally hear you on this post! Thanks for sharing a picture of your laundry room (even though mine&#8217;s worse, it still made me feel better haha) <img src='http://thegypsymama.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Jo@Mylestones</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 17:31:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lisa-Jo, I just had to chime in here. I&#039;m no longer walking in those hard to fill shoes of full-time work, all-the-time mom, but I remember those Sunday night blues so well. And my heart just went out to you when I read your post. I related to it all--the endless expectations we put on ourselves and the mean highways that won&#039;t scoot over to make room for us, and the schlepping and separating...And even the feeling of isolation because most of our &quot;Christian mom friends&quot; are all staying home with their kids.
I just wanted to tell you to hang in there, and to keep savoring those weekends (and sometimes skipping church without guilt!), and know that while this season is one of the hardest, God sees how you give your all and counts it toward His glory.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lisa-Jo, I just had to chime in here. I&#8217;m no longer walking in those hard to fill shoes of full-time work, all-the-time mom, but I remember those Sunday night blues so well. And my heart just went out to you when I read your post. I related to it all&#8211;the endless expectations we put on ourselves and the mean highways that won&#8217;t scoot over to make room for us, and the schlepping and separating&#8230;And even the feeling of isolation because most of our &#8220;Christian mom friends&#8221; are all staying home with their kids.<br />
I just wanted to tell you to hang in there, and to keep savoring those weekends (and sometimes skipping church without guilt!), and know that while this season is one of the hardest, God sees how you give your all and counts it toward His glory.</p>
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		<title>By: thegypsymama</title>
		<link>http://thegypsymama.com/2009/10/the-sunday-night-blues/comment-page-1/#comment-509</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 14:39:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, I SO hear you! There&#039;s no good way to say good-bye come Monday morning, no matter how the weekend went down!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, I SO hear you! There&#8217;s no good way to say good-bye come Monday morning, no matter how the weekend went down!</p>
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