tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post6700058688248632563..comments2024-02-20T14:24:13.576-05:00Comments on The Molly Bawn Chronicles: Running waymollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-22664726108875088742013-06-28T04:58:05.270-04:002013-06-28T04:58:05.270-04:00Hi Molly
Originating from Isabelle's post, ju...Hi Molly<br /><br />Originating from Isabelle's post, just wanted to say THANKS for recommending "Life After Life" by Kate Atkinson. I read it and loved it! Have reviewed on Amazon under pen name "Addictive Reader" 22nd June if you want to share my thoughts. sensibiliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08715737628925538412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-44343534727579928362013-06-19T17:21:01.047-04:002013-06-19T17:21:01.047-04:00i remember the one time i ran away from home ... i...i remember the one time i ran away from home ... i had had ENOUGH ... i drove to the King Soopers on the east side of Federal Boulevard (which has since moved to the west side), bought a chocolate-frosted Long John and sat in the car, watching the sun go down as i gulped it down between sobs ... thank gawd for no cell phones or pagers ... when i arrived at home twenty minutes later, i found that my four kids (17, 16, 11 and 7 at the time) had called their father five times, telling him that i was gone and was never coming back because they had been SO AWFUL ... i don't remember what was the last straw, but it must have been truly hideous...diannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01292769087215827768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-63952641365385442442013-06-18T07:02:08.912-04:002013-06-18T07:02:08.912-04:00I've been slow and reluctant to confess.....bu...I've been slow and reluctant to confess.....but yes, I've been there, done that. Also hidden in the house on more that one occasion - once behind the sofa with a Mars bar. I could hear them looking for the Mars bar, but not for me. Bless!Relatively Retiringhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07648407316162715318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-67423662470351649002013-06-17T22:22:34.979-04:002013-06-17T22:22:34.979-04:00I enjoyed reading your want ad for a mother type p...I enjoyed reading your want ad for a mother type person – it was very witty. Five children! I don’t think I could have managed at all – two were quite a lot for me. You must have a strong constitution to have survived all this!Vagabondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10774109692564954568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-17356431171948919992013-06-16T07:08:12.600-04:002013-06-16T07:08:12.600-04:00I remember once when my sons were young and I was ...I remember once when my sons were young and I was working a lot of overtime and feeling sorry for myself. I had called home on a Friday afternoon and told my wife I had to work over, yet again, and would have to work the weekend.<br /><br />She seemed to have no sympathy whatsoever saying, "well, I never get a day off."<br /><br />It was not until I was single and taking care of my son (we had 50/50 custody) that I had any clue what she was talking about.David Oliverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04260130060172457192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-12676658895759972392013-06-14T14:11:27.681-04:002013-06-14T14:11:27.681-04:00Dear Molly, I've been away from reading and co...Dear Molly, I've been away from reading and commenting on blogs for three weeks and I return to discover that you, too, have taken a hiatus. That's so necessary I think if we are to keep blogging a pleasure and not a chore. <br /><br />I've never been married or raised children and so I read your advertisement with growing alarm--all this and you stuck with it. My life, except when I was in the convent, never called for an advertisement that would get me "unstuck." But oh, you raised five children with, I suspect, mostly equanimity. Wow! Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-86032110206937969262013-06-13T20:30:16.862-04:002013-06-13T20:30:16.862-04:00A long time ago, and I cant remember exactly why b...A long time ago, and I cant remember exactly why but it was probably in the teenage years, I pushed my children out the front door and shut it. I think it was my defensive mechanism activating itself or else I might have done something bad. They just walked around the back and came back in but the ensuing 5 min break was enough.Julie's Journeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03816311317960631640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-46682645018568547162013-06-12T23:45:22.581-04:002013-06-12T23:45:22.581-04:00I had a 'run away' moment or two. It was ...I had a 'run away' moment or two. It was after supper, the kids were fighting and my husband was ignoring them. So I took the car keys, went to a coffee and doughnut place. Came back after an hour, and no one! had noticed that I was gone.Susan Kanehttp://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-38639471414638880622013-06-12T19:50:26.683-04:002013-06-12T19:50:26.683-04:00God! I feel like running away every day! More pr...God! I feel like running away every day! More probably, hobbling away...because I've got a crook hip - the dreaded arthritis set up camp in it a couple of years back and refuses to move!<br /><br />Writing your emotions down on paper obviously was cathartic - as it most always is.<br /><br />We all have our "moments". ;)Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835982875620956300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-82929829927837821552013-06-12T05:31:07.045-04:002013-06-12T05:31:07.045-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.officeprojectshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10291856451175109140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-66986064305741686432013-06-11T17:17:33.207-04:002013-06-11T17:17:33.207-04:00And you kept it all these years just in case you s...And you kept it all these years just in case you suddenly felt the urge again...?Pam https://www.blogger.com/profile/12641269043817163165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-43463489899139063592013-06-11T16:59:55.941-04:002013-06-11T16:59:55.941-04:00I still would like to run away.
Who know
since I b...I still would like to run away.<br />Who know<br />since I believe in miracles<br />it may still happen :)One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12548226150115102345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-20718730631496009312013-06-11T14:44:52.379-04:002013-06-11T14:44:52.379-04:00What brilliant therapy writing can be :) I bet you...What brilliant therapy writing can be :) I bet your kids smile now to see that. <br />I once went for a walk to clear my head and FORGOT my baby was at home alone. I still can't believe I did it. I think I must have been pretty tired after those broken nights, and the first one is always more difficult. I did realise after about 15 minutes but it took me about a week to get over the shock! Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-53768031112361841892013-06-11T10:31:33.444-04:002013-06-11T10:31:33.444-04:00Hmmm, well, I supposed because I had an insufferab...Hmmm, well, I supposed because I had an insufferable job, my fantasies were more along the lines of running away from the job, rather than the children. I really wanted to take the children and run away from everything and everyone else -- I figured if we could just sit and play and not have housework and cooking and whatever else, we'd have a grand time. <br /><br />I probably want to run away more now than I ever did when the children were young! Yes, that's it. It's a daily fantasy.Thimbleannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03650582809426872051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-70725249471181918272013-06-10T15:48:03.903-04:002013-06-10T15:48:03.903-04:00OMG I can so relate to this Molly. I remember, dem...OMG I can so relate to this Molly. I remember, dementia setting in one afternoon with a screaming crawler and a yelling toddler and I took the crawler out of the playpen and climbed in myself, me and my book, and let the two of them take over the house, stairs 'n all. Two sets of stairs. The older one showed the crawler how to negotiate. I was completely burned out. But my hours in the playpen (it became a habit)were so restorative.<br />A few times I could have walked away. I read that book.<br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-29557337047601211352013-06-10T08:49:25.297-04:002013-06-10T08:49:25.297-04:00I walked away, more often than I want to admit to,...I walked away, more often than I want to admit to, especially when there were three teenagers and an eight year old all together in a cabin with no running water, no electricity and no central heating. I remember one awful day when I told them, "Don't kill each other before I get back," and just walked out the door without looking at them. I returned half an hour later to four subdued children. The guilt is still with me.Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14555472024981357622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-52443232987796067322013-06-10T08:39:35.570-04:002013-06-10T08:39:35.570-04:00If anything, I'd say mothers who are not marri...If anything, I'd say mothers who are not married feel the desire to walk away even more strongly. I love mine insanely, but sometimes the idea of little in a little hut on a beach ALL BY MYSELF appeals.Secret Agent Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07564690116156754219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-39284592409522451892013-06-10T05:18:23.505-04:002013-06-10T05:18:23.505-04:00I would still like to run away. Often from myself...I would still like to run away. Often from myself as well. In my next incarnation I hope to be a pampered house-cat. Preferably (and I know this raises the bar) one of mine, since I am told that no-one spoils the furry little beasts more than I do.<br />And I loved your advertisement for a super-hero (which all mothers have to be).Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31711654.post-24695057063496816282013-06-10T03:10:53.646-04:002013-06-10T03:10:53.646-04:00I felt like this almost every day at some stage be...I felt like this almost every day at some stage between three in the morning .... the eldest didn't need much sleep , apparently .... and midnight . Quite possibly it was just sleep deprivation ....<br /><br />SmitoniusAndSonatahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11210817141287881808noreply@blogger.com