<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Mavro1146"><title>Full Time Father Blog - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/</link><description>44 years old with a 2 year old, an 11 year old and a wife in a high powered job. Read on.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/520914" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/520326" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/414847" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/413279" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/412860" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/412480" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/520914"><title>December 7th 2000</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/520914</link><description>My brave mum was crying on the phone last night. Bully boy Stephen is harassing her again. Just a few days after her 59th birthday she suffers the dread and fear of going to work, he has stalked her for months and physically attacked her for not giving him her full attention. Twisted little...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/520326"><title>First Day at School</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/520326</link><description>I was looking at my sweet little girl today as she played in the cold sun. How she has grown, she'll be four next month and starting school in September. I remember my first day at school; ‘ Come on, we’re going to be late’. Her big red hair bounced in the wind, as she dragged me and my orange...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/414847"><title>Tough Day</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/414847</link><description>feeling flattened out all alone and monotone waiting for the phone (this may sound pathetic, but after spending 12 hours from 7am to 7pm with a 2 year old, I'm desperate for my wife to return home.)</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/413279"><title>Watching My Kids</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/413279</link><description>Lost in childish things Their imagination rings Bells of happiness.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/412860"><title>Late Sun</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/412860</link><description>As a family we headed for our refuge in Wales last weekend. Tom our 11 year old brought along his best pal from primary school. A place that must now seem a distant warm memory as he buckles under the harsh reality of High School. On Saturday the weather was kind and we found a sheltered spot in...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/412480"><title>Full-Time Fatherhood.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mavro1146/412480</link><description>Coffee, toast and three paracetamol, that’s what it takes to get me up and going in the morning. Coffee for the caffeine fix, toast to cushion my stomach from the paracetamol and paracetamol to stop the headaches brought on by too much caffeine. At lunch time I’ll repeat the dose, because by then...</description></item></rdf:RDF>