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		By: Anne		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have a dozen kids, and half of them are adopted and have special needs.  Most of the time I&#039;m okay--tired, constantly in conflict, full of questions, but okay.  Last week got harder than usual, and on Saturday afternoon I was literally sitting with my back to the bedroom door to keep the kids from opening it while I ate a bit of chocolate and read a chapter of a mystery story.    

It was only 10 minutes.

I came out and acted like a mom again.

But I was pretty desperate that afternoon.  

Some people offer to help, and I believe they are sincere, but I don&#039;t even know what to ask for.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have a dozen kids, and half of them are adopted and have special needs.  Most of the time I&#8217;m okay&#8211;tired, constantly in conflict, full of questions, but okay.  Last week got harder than usual, and on Saturday afternoon I was literally sitting with my back to the bedroom door to keep the kids from opening it while I ate a bit of chocolate and read a chapter of a mystery story.    </p>
<p>It was only 10 minutes.</p>
<p>I came out and acted like a mom again.</p>
<p>But I was pretty desperate that afternoon.  </p>
<p>Some people offer to help, and I believe they are sincere, but I don&#8217;t even know what to ask for.</p>
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