tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989676854656500628.post7180560593202543092..comments2023-10-24T01:03:59.206-07:00Comments on The -Ing Family: Clocking OutMorgan Hageyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477753070828406848noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989676854656500628.post-3433932819679159722012-02-02T15:30:01.206-08:002012-02-02T15:30:01.206-08:00It makes me feel good that you don't like shar...It makes me feel good that you don't like sharing ice cream. Cause I hate sharing certain foods and I always feared that being a grown up meant not minding to give kids your food.Brian and Kelseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00765448239207610394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989676854656500628.post-24060780791611247752012-02-01T21:51:58.522-08:002012-02-01T21:51:58.522-08:00I hear you Morgan! My problem is that by the time ...I hear you Morgan! My problem is that by the time I have my tribe of 5 in bed and settled and get the washing on, do the dishes and organise the required itmes for the following day, that I am having my precious uninterupted time far too late! <br /><br />Ah well, one day I will have too much time on my hands and wish to turn the clock back...Donna Mareenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989676854656500628.post-30891151324205530042012-02-01T03:02:36.073-08:002012-02-01T03:02:36.073-08:00Morgan, I love this! I so get it. My clock-out t...Morgan, I love this! I so get it. My clock-out time is about 8:30, and that hour, that blessed hour between 8:30 and 9:30 (if I can make it that long) is sacred. As the kids grow older, I find that it is difficult to honor that hour of me-time. Teenagers don't understand it, and often want my attention past 8:30. Sigh...Tonyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05729671507254892682noreply@blogger.com