<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503774586923387047.post7651942837091971890..comments</id><updated>2010-02-09T17:05:24.315+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Frills in the Hills: Walking talking disaster area...</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.frillsinthehills.com/feeds/7651942837091971890/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503774586923387047/7651942837091971890/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frillsinthehills.com/2010/02/walking-talking-disaster-area_09.html'/><author><name>Liss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03075362324473272101</uri><email>liss@frillsinthehills.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503774586923387047.post-2454066895439906058</id><published>2010-02-09T17:05:24.315+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:05:24.315+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am continuously black and blue from catching my ...</title><content type='html'>I am continuously black and blue from catching my arm on the door handles, next time I am definitely having round knobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the first day back at work I twisted my ankle stepping off a chair and couldn&amp;#39;t even go the next day - duh!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503774586923387047/7651942837091971890/comments/default/2454066895439906058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503774586923387047/7651942837091971890/comments/default/2454066895439906058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frillsinthehills.com/2010/02/walking-talking-disaster-area_09.html?showComment=1265695524315#c2454066895439906058' title=''/><author><name>greenfumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157970942128503098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.frillsinthehills.com/2010/02/walking-talking-disaster-area_09.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503774586923387047.post-7651942837091971890' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503774586923387047/posts/default/7651942837091971890' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503774586923387047.post-6962851402576521223</id><published>2010-02-09T06:27:43.878+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:27:43.878+11:00</updated><title type='text'>When Lacey was 2 months old I was at work emptying...</title><content type='html'>When Lacey was 2 months old I was at work emptying the dishwasher. I had six kids in my care, and a man that had just had a stroke 3 months earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacey was lying in her bouncer screaming {which she did the first year, constantly}. I usually finished work at 5pm, but things had changed a little and I was still at work at 6:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday and I was stressed. Beyond stressed. I was anxious that something had happened to the mother of the children I care for. I was worried about her because she was under a lot of stress, as we all were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to quickly empty the dishwasher so that I could get home... and somehow I sliced my finger on the glass while it was still in my hands. The glass shattered everywhere, including over Lacey. Her little head was bleeding, and my finger looked like it might need stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just impossible. I wrapped a tea towel around my finger and tried to make everything okay, for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was the worst birthday ever. I&amp;#39;ve never been so stressed or overwhelmed. I was only looking at the scar on my walk this morning and thinking how far we&amp;#39;ve all come. xx</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503774586923387047/7651942837091971890/comments/default/6962851402576521223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503774586923387047/7651942837091971890/comments/default/6962851402576521223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frillsinthehills.com/2010/02/walking-talking-disaster-area_09.html?showComment=1265657263878#c6962851402576521223' title=''/><author><name>Chantelle {fat mum slim}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02167267576456836722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16443404411891771061'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.frillsinthehills.com/2010/02/walking-talking-disaster-area_09.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503774586923387047.post-7651942837091971890' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503774586923387047/posts/default/7651942837091971890' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>