tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549805976609821540.post5395397153538245875..comments2023-05-13T00:34:50.001-07:00Comments on Birch Swinging: I May Not Have Cried, But I Will Charge My PhoneElissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080322252869480034noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549805976609821540.post-44754021075531556812012-09-05T20:39:09.145-07:002012-09-05T20:39:09.145-07:00LOVE this happy-mom, time-alone post. Sometimes it...LOVE this happy-mom, time-alone post. Sometimes it seems like feeling dreadful--or saying you feel dreadful--about your children being gone for a few hours is compulsory. Who ever knew a little happiness in solitude would constitute such a confession? Go, girl.Melissa Crowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06106042723556856565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549805976609821540.post-5516556989296525452012-09-05T15:02:09.388-07:002012-09-05T15:02:09.388-07:00what'da find a the thrift store?what'da find a the thrift store?Dana - Old Red Barn Co.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11027034730493649020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549805976609821540.post-23822018749590323922012-09-05T13:15:38.251-07:002012-09-05T13:15:38.251-07:00I didn't cry either, which surprised me. It i...I didn't cry either, which surprised me. It is bizarre to actually get things accomplished, isn't it?!Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13164420416881517854noreply@blogger.com