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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MQX0zeip7ImA9WhRXFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472255147479001986</id><updated>2011-12-22T13:39:40.382+02:00</updated><category term="food allergies" /><category term="blogher" /><category term="music" /><category term="Yirmi" /><category term="Hadas" /><category term="Being Jewish" /><category term="sleeQo" /><category term="meaning" /><category term="history" /><title>Despite Motherhood</title><subtitle type="html">Still (a) woman after all these kids</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://despitemotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://despitemotherhood.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472255147479001986/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Rachel Inbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605780418673759318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4qGI7P_SAo/SND3EdzdvrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CV6MK6Lz8Io/S220/IMG_7325-3.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/DespiteMotherhood" /><feedburner:info uri="despitemotherhood" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GRHY_eyp7ImA9WhRREEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472255147479001986.post-715370648414574812</id><published>2011-11-23T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:30:25.843+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T13:30:25.843+02:00</app:edited><title>In case you were wondering, my kids are average</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://despitemotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/715370648414574812/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472255147479001986&amp;postID=715370648414574812" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472255147479001986/posts/default/715370648414574812?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472255147479001986/posts/default/715370648414574812?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DespiteMotherhood/~3/e2oWkTtsrmA/in-case-you-were-wondering-my-kids-are.html" title="In case you were wondering, my kids are average" /><author><name>Rachel Inbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605780418673759318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4qGI7P_SAo/SND3EdzdvrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CV6MK6Lz8Io/S220/IMG_7325-3.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">You know those parents who are always bragging about their kids’ amazing achievements? Well, I sometimes (though not too often, I hope) find myself doing the same thing. But there’s one big difference. I recognize that although my kids can be great at some things (e.g., my 3-1/2 year-old has known all the letters of the alphabet for over 2 years and started reading words during the summer) they’
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/545Ij3muCw2efq1ptIcNloMULbE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/545Ij3muCw2efq1ptIcNloMULbE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DespiteMotherhood/~4/e2oWkTtsrmA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://despitemotherhood.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-case-you-were-wondering-my-kids-are.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQBQXw6fip7ImA9WxFXGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472255147479001986.post-3928819756362083572</id><published>2010-05-27T11:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:52:30.216+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-27T11:52:30.216+03:00</app:edited><title>My funniest experiences</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://despitemotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/3928819756362083572/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472255147479001986&amp;postID=3928819756362083572" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472255147479001986/posts/default/3928819756362083572?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472255147479001986/posts/default/3928819756362083572?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DespiteMotherhood/~3/jga_7uv1VjE/my-funniest-experiences_27.html" title="My funniest experiences" /><author><name>Rachel Inbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605780418673759318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4qGI7P_SAo/SND3EdzdvrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CV6MK6Lz8Io/S220/IMG_7325-3.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Funniest experiences Rules: Fill in the following. Tag 4 friends to do the same.  My funniest dreamRiding a goldfish under a rainbow... My funniest experience with a petMy parrot swore at my mother-in-law My funniest experience at a job interviewDude came in with his shirt on backwards! My funniest purchase100 cockroaches (don't ask) My funniest experience in high schoolHigh school wasn't funny! 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/45A9cj4ZhzeAn9g6i3iDX-3YYYY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/45A9cj4ZhzeAn9g6i3iDX-3YYYY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DespiteMotherhood/~4/FzthK2z0UHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://despitemotherhood.blogspot.com/2010/04/bit-about-blogging.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIDRHc5cCp7ImA9WxFSEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472255147479001986.post-3144082588178983578</id><published>2010-04-12T09:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:42:55.928+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-12T09:42:55.928+03:00</app:edited><title>Talent, knowledge or experience?</title><link rel="related" href="http://www.sleeqo.com/show-a-meme.htm?id=213" title="Talent, knowledge or experience?" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://despitemotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/3144082588178983578/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472255147479001986&amp;postID=3144082588178983578" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472255147479001986/posts/default/3144082588178983578?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472255147479001986/posts/default/3144082588178983578?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DespiteMotherhood/~3/kn7jVEQ8LnQ/talent-knowledge-or-experience.html" title="Talent, knowledge or experience?" /><author><name>Rachel Inbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605780418673759318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4qGI7P_SAo/SND3EdzdvrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CV6MK6Lz8Io/S220/IMG_7325-3.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I just created this new meme on sleeQo. You're tagged :-)Rules: We study, but then don't necessarily end up doing what we learned. Here's your chance to say why you think you're good at something that you do - either your job or one or more aspects of it - or something you do as a hobby.  Did you have any formal study of this?No, but my printing and language studies are very relevant. Did you 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HqXBH3Qx09s7peWG-ovKL3Pu_Z8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HqXBH3Qx09s7peWG-ovKL3Pu_Z8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DespiteMotherhood/~4/d8uc4eA-ho0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://despitemotherhood.blogspot.com/2010/03/five-fives.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEEQ385cCp7ImA9WxBbGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472255147479001986.post-4072522665033196389</id><published>2010-03-17T09:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:23:22.128+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-17T09:23:22.128+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleeQo" /><title>Being a grown-up</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://despitemotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4072522665033196389/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472255147479001986&amp;postID=4072522665033196389" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472255147479001986/posts/default/4072522665033196389?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472255147479001986/posts/default/4072522665033196389?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DespiteMotherhood/~3/B9d_KYZY8RA/being-grown-up.html" title="Being a grown-up" /><author><name>Rachel Inbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605780418673759318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4qGI7P_SAo/SND3EdzdvrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CV6MK6Lz8Io/S220/IMG_7325-3.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">I remember way back, when I got married the first time (yes, it really was in 1989 - scary, I know) thinking about what makes the transition from being a child to being a grown up. One of the things I couldn't do then was just get in a car without planning exactly where I was going. Every turn stressed me out. (I'd gotten a license right before I turned 18, but was living in Israel alone, so I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ser70d-cx-5PImm2xv9D9peQAO8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ser70d-cx-5PImm2xv9D9peQAO8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DespiteMotherhood/~4/D4bkNlcChJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://despitemotherhood.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-ive-been-up-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ERnY9fyp7ImA9WxBTEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472255147479001986.post-8053422124409234265</id><published>2009-12-07T13:57:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:16:47.867+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-07T15:16:47.867+02:00</app:edited><title>I'd like to thank...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://despitemotherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/8053422124409234265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472255147479001986&amp;postID=8053422124409234265" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472255147479001986/posts/default/8053422124409234265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472255147479001986/posts/default/8053422124409234265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DespiteMotherhood/~3/457-A-M9APo/id-like-to-thank.html" title="I'd like to thank..." /><author><name>Rachel Inbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605780418673759318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4qGI7P_SAo/SND3EdzdvrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CV6MK6Lz8Io/S220/IMG_7325-3.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4qGI7P_SAo/Sxz6M32mzsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/dYuHViyVI5s/s72-c/IMG_3921.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">My loyal readers who come back day-after-day to check why I haven't written anything new. It's probably because I'm either insanely busy, severely disorganized or a combination of the two. I kind of wonder if it's what people describe as ADD. Sometimes I feel like there's a seven-ring circus going on in my head (three rings I could handle, I mean, I do have 6 kids...) and everything's so 
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