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	<title>Comments on: Would you kill the squirrel?</title>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 16:33:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Aw, rough start to the day! But as you know, there are worse things in life than busted tires, even though it&#039;s such a PITA. Hopefully this means the rest of last week was smooth sailing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Aw, rough start to the day! But as you know, there are worse things in life than busted tires, even though it&#8217;s such a PITA. Hopefully this means the rest of last week was smooth sailing.</p>
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		<title>By: Katja</title>
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		<dc:creator>Katja</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 14:01:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I believe that things were meant to be. Maybe the fact that I turned around and came home prevented us from being in a car accident, maybe one of my kids would have gotten hurt at school that day. When there are bumps in the road I always have to be thankful that they are not bigger bumps and be thankful for the small ones.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I believe that things were meant to be. Maybe the fact that I turned around and came home prevented us from being in a car accident, maybe one of my kids would have gotten hurt at school that day. When there are bumps in the road I always have to be thankful that they are not bigger bumps and be thankful for the small ones.</p>
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		<title>By: Marla</title>
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		<dc:creator>Marla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 10:34:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>While my boys are long gone, I do remember many a morning not unlike yours when I wished I could have slept in a bit longer or have been able to go right to work instead of squiring my two sons to school.  As a single, working (outside the home) mom,  squirrels, in my priority list - for sure - would come in dead last.

So don&#039;t feel badly, sh*t still happens in a &quot;Life After Kids!&quot; I still encounter hectic mornings filled with clothes that don&#039;t fit or jackets is missing a button, or too many dogs to be fed and errant makeup bags gone missing.

Even without kids in the back seat, I found myself distracted by thoughts racing around the speedway of my mind, planning and replaying the of too many things I needed to do in the day that lie ahead.   And then there&#039;s that damn squirrel.  Mine, in the odd form of sharp curb.  Pop! Hiss! My day was derailed in an instant

Okay, it could have been worse. A whole lot worse but when money has been tighter than &quot;insert favorite metaphor here&quot; - having to purchase brand new tire is just as bad as having totalled your car.  
So now my stress level is beyond red alert as I navigate a difficult u-turn and hobble my car back to my driveway.  I rip the key out of its lock and hobble my broken spirit back into my home.

Once firmly ensconced in the calm oasis of my bedroom, I strip off my clothes and get back in bed and realize that was exactly where I needed to be.  And I, like the squirrel, got a reprieve...the universe intervened when I ignored my body&#039;s signals to shut down and recharge.
  
Was what happened for the better?  or for worse? Will I really know if I missed a big opportunity because I didn&#039;t go out to another event? I am not worried because I truly believe life always hands us what we need, when we need it and we must always be ready to embrace that gift, no matter what form it takes and say,&quot; Thank You!&quot;

(Thank you for your beautiful post and for inspiring me xo)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>While my boys are long gone, I do remember many a morning not unlike yours when I wished I could have slept in a bit longer or have been able to go right to work instead of squiring my two sons to school.  As a single, working (outside the home) mom,  squirrels, in my priority list &#8211; for sure &#8211; would come in dead last.</p>
<p>So don&#8217;t feel badly, sh*t still happens in a &#8220;Life After Kids!&#8221; I still encounter hectic mornings filled with clothes that don&#8217;t fit or jackets is missing a button, or too many dogs to be fed and errant makeup bags gone missing.</p>
<p>Even without kids in the back seat, I found myself distracted by thoughts racing around the speedway of my mind, planning and replaying the of too many things I needed to do in the day that lie ahead.   And then there&#8217;s that damn squirrel.  Mine, in the odd form of sharp curb.  Pop! Hiss! My day was derailed in an instant</p>
<p>Okay, it could have been worse. A whole lot worse but when money has been tighter than &#8220;insert favorite metaphor here&#8221; &#8211; having to purchase brand new tire is just as bad as having totalled your car.<br />
So now my stress level is beyond red alert as I navigate a difficult u-turn and hobble my car back to my driveway.  I rip the key out of its lock and hobble my broken spirit back into my home.</p>
<p>Once firmly ensconced in the calm oasis of my bedroom, I strip off my clothes and get back in bed and realize that was exactly where I needed to be.  And I, like the squirrel, got a reprieve&#8230;the universe intervened when I ignored my body&#8217;s signals to shut down and recharge.</p>
<p>Was what happened for the better?  or for worse? Will I really know if I missed a big opportunity because I didn&#8217;t go out to another event? I am not worried because I truly believe life always hands us what we need, when we need it and we must always be ready to embrace that gift, no matter what form it takes and say,&#8221; Thank You!&#8221;</p>
<p>(Thank you for your beautiful post and for inspiring me xo)</p>
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