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	<title>Comments on: it snot you</title>
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	<description>entirely true, but exaggerated for comic effect</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 01:29:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: karyn</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/it-snot-you/#comment-19729</link>
		<author>karyn</author>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 00:39:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, how I feel your pain.

My son with Asperger's is struggling with the Blowing-Your-Nose thing and I have to hold the tissue for him to blow into still.  But I didn't position the tissue just right and wound up with a hand full of viscous, jello-ey shnook.  When I tried to be calm and reach for a new tissue to clean up, he wiped his nose on my new Ralph Lauren shirt.

I so totally want to run away.  Good luck avoiding The Strep -</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, how I feel your pain.</p>
<p>My son with Asperger&#8217;s is struggling with the Blowing-Your-Nose thing and I have to hold the tissue for him to blow into still.  But I didn&#8217;t position the tissue just right and wound up with a hand full of viscous, jello-ey shnook.  When I tried to be calm and reach for a new tissue to clean up, he wiped his nose on my new Ralph Lauren shirt.</p>
<p>I so totally want to run away.  Good luck avoiding The Strep -</p>
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		<title>By: Aurora</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/it-snot-you/#comment-19716</link>
		<author>Aurora</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 21:49:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://fridayplaydate.com/it-snot-you/#comment-19716</guid>
		<description>"and I am all done being the mommy now."
Oh yeah, I hear you!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;and I am all done being the mommy now.&#8221;<br />
Oh yeah, I hear you!!</p>
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		<title>By: standing still</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/it-snot-you/#comment-19714</link>
		<author>standing still</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 18:13:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://fridayplaydate.com/it-snot-you/#comment-19714</guid>
		<description>Oh honey, if there is anyone in the Universe who understand your pain, it's me after the extended house-bound-ness-during-the-femur-break-winter.  You.  Starbucks.  A flask of whiskey.  No one asking for anything.  Priceless.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh honey, if there is anyone in the Universe who understand your pain, it&#8217;s me after the extended house-bound-ness-during-the-femur-break-winter.  You.  Starbucks.  A flask of whiskey.  No one asking for anything.  Priceless.</p>
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		<title>By: The Simple Family</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/it-snot-you/#comment-19710</link>
		<author>The Simple Family</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 15:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://fridayplaydate.com/it-snot-you/#comment-19710</guid>
		<description>What is with these kids and their meds? When Ellie had her tonsils out, we had THE SAME THING every 4 hours with her pain medicine. 

I tried everything..bribing, begging, holding down, pretending to give it to her brother, offering it rectally... finally, she realized that her throat hurt less and she'd take the "yucky" medicine. Then, of course, she'd ask for a popsicle.

One month later and we're still asking for popsicles.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What is with these kids and their meds? When Ellie had her tonsils out, we had THE SAME THING every 4 hours with her pain medicine. </p>
<p>I tried everything..bribing, begging, holding down, pretending to give it to her brother, offering it rectally&#8230; finally, she realized that her throat hurt less and she&#8217;d take the &#8220;yucky&#8221; medicine. Then, of course, she&#8217;d ask for a popsicle.</p>
<p>One month later and we&#8217;re still asking for popsicles.</p>
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		<title>By: Mama Bear</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/it-snot-you/#comment-19708</link>
		<author>Mama Bear</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 14:42:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://fridayplaydate.com/it-snot-you/#comment-19708</guid>
		<description>I  say, "I'm not the Mom right now" and disappear into the bathroom and shut the door.  Unfortunately that's when I need to be the mom the most, because that's when the knocking on the door starts along with, "when will you be done/come out/help me?" It never fails.  
I also enjoy reading your blog, it's good to see we all suffer through some of the same things.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I  say, &#8220;I&#8217;m not the Mom right now&#8221; and disappear into the bathroom and shut the door.  Unfortunately that&#8217;s when I need to be the mom the most, because that&#8217;s when the knocking on the door starts along with, &#8220;when will you be done/come out/help me?&#8221; It never fails.<br />
I also enjoy reading your blog, it&#8217;s good to see we all suffer through some of the same things.</p>
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		<title>By: Paulla</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/it-snot-you/#comment-19703</link>
		<author>Paulla</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 12:20:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://fridayplaydate.com/it-snot-you/#comment-19703</guid>
		<description>This cracked me up.  Though mine are all teens now (and one in his 20s) I remember so often telling everyone (hubby included) that I was resigning and would no longer answer to "Mom."  But they wouldn't accept my resignation.  And they kept calling me mom.  They still do.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This cracked me up.  Though mine are all teens now (and one in his 20s) I remember so often telling everyone (hubby included) that I was resigning and would no longer answer to &#8220;Mom.&#8221;  But they wouldn&#8217;t accept my resignation.  And they kept calling me mom.  They still do.</p>
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