<?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-3093978464674201909.post380404999301952566..comments</id><updated>2009-10-26T12:02:23.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Childfree Clique: The Worst Part of Parenthood?</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/feeds/380404999301952566/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html'/><author><name>Childfree Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624730662563056456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-969859058743244878</id><published>2009-10-21T14:40:11.225-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:40:11.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm late to this too, but have been reading differ...</title><content type='html'>i&amp;#39;m late to this too, but have been reading different childfree blogs for weeks, i finished reading two entire blogs haha they&amp;#39;re just too funny, perfect for my boring 10 hour day at work.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have a few hundred reasons why i don&amp;#39;t want kids but out of the ones you listed, not being able to come and go as i please is a BIG one, like thalia said im VERY impulsive, i cannot imagine having kids and one day out of the blue say &amp;quot;i&amp;#39;m going to go to miami today...oh wait i guess i gotta find someone to take care of my kids huh?&amp;quot; so i will definitely have to plan it out, thats one of my top reasons, along with privacy, you&amp;#39;ll never meet another person who strives on being alone like me...i LOVE it, unlike every one else i know including my husband they all love being with people at ALL times...eh to each their own. i love the fact that after work i can go anywhere i please because i don&amp;#39;t have a kid to have to go home to. many other reasons too long to post :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/969859058743244878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/969859058743244878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1256161211225#c969859058743244878' title=''/><author><name>andrea s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-8831882200036750176</id><published>2009-10-09T10:54:05.473-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:54:05.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm late to this game and have been lurking...</title><content type='html'>I know I&amp;#39;m late to this game and have been lurking for awhile. Love this site and feels good to find the &amp;quot;clique&amp;quot;. For all these reasons and more, I have absolutely no inclination to conform to the parent expectations of society. I like my life as-is (thank God DH is on board).</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/8831882200036750176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/8831882200036750176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1255110845473#c8831882200036750176' title=''/><author><name>Drummergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763465643642586372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04482182481635870167'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-141766318658436189</id><published>2009-02-04T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:21:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst part of parenting:Kids.YKYM</title><content type='html'>The worst part of parenting:&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Kids.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;YKYM</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/141766318658436189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/141766318658436189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1233789660000#c141766318658436189' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-3136402564708406852</id><published>2009-02-02T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:41:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's one that I experienced this weekend at a fr...</title><content type='html'>Here's one that I experienced this weekend at a friend's house.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Not being able to have friends over to watch a movie without an endless background soundtrack of mindless babbling puntuated by obnoxious sounds from stupid toys.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;This is especially a problem if you are trying to watch a foreign or independent film that you really need to PAY ATTENTION TO in order to follow the storyline.  UGH!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The same can be applied to having a phone conversation.  There are few things I find more irritating than trying to talk with a friend on the phone and having constant interruption from the yard ape (I love that one!).&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOOOOOOMMMMMMMY!!"  &lt;BR/&gt;SHUT THE F*CK UUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/3136402564708406852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/3136402564708406852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1233600060000#c3136402564708406852' title=''/><author><name>Gumby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777638943346918789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-4189611683027283183</id><published>2009-01-31T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:58:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am DYING to read your take on this "Octuplet Mom...</title><content type='html'>I am DYING to read your take on this "Octuplet Mom" who already has 6 kids at home...where she lives with her parents! FOURTEEN kids all UNDER THE AGE OF SEVEN! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It is SO unfair that my friends and I couldn't find doctors willing to tie our tubes while we were in our 20s, yet they'll implant 8 embryos in a 33-year old woman who already has SIX babies/toddlers, and from what I gather, she's unemployed.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyway, I soooo look forward to reading your rant on this one!!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/4189611683027283183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/4189611683027283183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1233428280000#c4189611683027283183' title=''/><author><name>Denise in WI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-3256789260596142919</id><published>2009-01-31T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:18:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was looking over your list of the worst part of ...</title><content type='html'>I was looking over your list of the worst part of parenthood... and it's all true.  I absolutely do NOT want those things to happen to me, but I know that people I know have to live with these realities every day, my parents especially with my young (yes, young Bro: 3 mos, Sis: 4 years) siblings at home.  It just reinforces why I'm childfree.  I'm not about to let a baby ruin the delicate bond that I'd have with a significant other one day.  The only "kids" I'll have are my cats.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/3256789260596142919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/3256789260596142919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1233425880000#c3256789260596142919' title=''/><author><name>hotepiphany22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670534518008052264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-7153592484178137752</id><published>2009-01-31T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:58:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why-palestinians-shouldnt-have-children</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://arabwomanprogressivevoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-palestinians-shouldnt-have-children.html" REL="nofollow"&gt;why-palestinians-shouldnt-have-children&lt;/A&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/7153592484178137752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/7153592484178137752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1233388680000#c7153592484178137752' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-8405578355251038206</id><published>2009-01-30T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:14:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For me:  ALL OF THE ABOVE.ALL of those things are ...</title><content type='html'>For me:  ALL OF THE ABOVE.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;ALL of those things are reasons why I am adamantly CF.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;One thing that didn't make the list that I have heard parents talk about is constantly worrying about their kid.  They are always stressed out that something bad is going to happen to their child, even when the child has long been an adult.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Also, the list didn't mention anything about the kids destroying your home.  When they get old enough, it's like having farm animals in the house.  I could not imagine having peanut butter on my sofa and on my DVD player and on the cat...   UGH!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/8405578355251038206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/8405578355251038206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1233339240000#c8405578355251038206' title=''/><author><name>giveagirlabreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03993656676806544571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-5168664015666162579</id><published>2009-01-29T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:08:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot fathom what kind of fresh hell life would...</title><content type='html'>I cannot fathom what kind of fresh hell life would be like if I had a kid.  I like my quiet existence with my cats.  I like coming home to just my furbabies, and relaxing and doing whatever the hell I want each and every day.  I can't imagine what it would be like to walk in the door and immediately have a screaming kid jumping all over your like a monkey on crack.  Shit like that makes my tubes tie themselves.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Childfree is the way to be!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/5168664015666162579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/5168664015666162579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1233259680000#c5168664015666162579' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08648980166864658181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-4051778998472870799</id><published>2009-01-28T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:53:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*The lack of control you have over your schedule a...</title><content type='html'>*The lack of control you have over your schedule and the impossibility of coming and going as you please&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;That is the big one for me, too.  We like being able to go out to dinner, go away for the weekend, on short notice.  We only have feline children, too, and we can leave them alone with plenty of food, water, and clean litter boxes, and no one will call CPS (Cat Protection Services) on us for leaving them home alone.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The financial thing is a close second.  I get tired of hearing breeders who make the same amount of money as we do bitching about how broke they are all the time.  They wonder how we can afford to do stuff that they can't afford to do.  DUH!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;One thing that you didn't list is the food thing.  Hubby and I love to go out to eat, and I also love to cook and try new recipes.  I don't want to be limited to restaurants with rugrat menus, and I don't want a life of cooking nothing but hot dogs and chicken nuggets and buying Lunchables and crap.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And not having to watch and hear shit like Bob the Builder, Barney, the Wiggles, and Hannah Montana...priceless!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/4051778998472870799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/4051778998472870799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1233168780000#c4051778998472870799' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-6299664650385700721</id><published>2009-01-28T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:49:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*The expectations of society and others on how you...</title><content type='html'>*The expectations of society and others on how you should parent/raise your child&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;This.  I was raised in a fine, respectful loving environment that seems like it would be considered abuse these days.  My parents held me accountable for my actions, parents I know now do not do this with their children.  I was not rewarded for simply behaving as expected, yet this seems to be the norm with parents now (oh, you used the potty, here's a quarter).  I knew when my parents were having a hard time financially as it would also affect me (no clothes shopping this year, but grandma will make you some), but I just don't see parents willing to let their kids know that adjustments have to be made when the money isn't coming in.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Oh, and I've seen many times parents wanting to stop with just the one, but getting pressure to have another because an only child will be lonely, or because if you've got one gender, you just have to try for the other.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/6299664650385700721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/6299664650385700721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1233168540000#c6299664650385700721' title=''/><author><name>Feh23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082554978508046639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-5254706988557924139</id><published>2009-01-28T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:43:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concurred with Thalia. My personal worst nightmare...</title><content type='html'>Concurred with Thalia. My personal worst nightmare is losing private time. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Between work, people, people and more work, I have almost zero time to myself. Since I work in the accounting field and it's that time again - which means overtime shifts (and OT pay!) - whatever private time I do have is going to be even more sparse. To have that disappear completely will drive me stark raving batshit insane. If I don't take a break at least once a day to hole up with my knitting with only the History Channel as a soundtrack, I would go off the deep end sharpish.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/5254706988557924139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/5254706988557924139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1233164580000#c5254706988557924139' title=''/><author><name>Miss Silver</name><uri>http://silvercitywanderer.blogspot.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-6797666598841170743</id><published>2009-01-28T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:32:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"*The lack of control you have over your schedule ...</title><content type='html'>"*The lack of control you have over your schedule and the impossibility of coming and going as you please"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Out of all the things you listed, this is the worst one in my opinion. I'm an impulsive girl, a 'free spirit' if you want. I want to go on adventurous vacations or even just to an anime convention for three days where children are often not welcome or even allowed at all. I want to catch dinner and a movie without having to plan for a babysitter two weeks days in advance. If it's summer, I want to go to the park and sit under a tree with a good book, witout constantly having to watch my offspring. If I feel sick, I want to stay in bed all day without having to care for Junior. I can go on for hours.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;However, there is one thing you didn't list and it is my greatest fear: alteration of the mind. Loss of creativity, 'mommy amnesia', risk of post partum depression, you name it. I value my body, but mostly I value my mind. And I wouldn't risk my mental health for anything if my life doesn't depend on it.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/6797666598841170743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/380404999301952566/comments/default/6797666598841170743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html?showComment=1233145920000#c6797666598841170743' title=''/><author><name>Thalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.childfreeclique.com/2009/01/worst-part-of-parenthood.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-380404999301952566' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093978464674201909/posts/default/380404999301952566' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>