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Whether it’s a cosy hot tub, a full-sized pool or something in between, having a private place to take a dip at home is one of life’s greatest luxuries. There is little that compares to shrugging off the day’s troubles with a few relaxing laps or a good book and the gentle massage of…

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Every day it becomes easier and easier to hack websites, blogs, home networks, and phones. Nothing seems to be immune from malicious digital attacks, but you can make it harder for them to get in. 

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When I started my journey to wean Izzy a week ago I was anticipating less sleep than I was getting. The first few days wasn't too bad. I was seeing progress so I was more than willing to go through the day more on the tired side as long as I kept seeing improvements. By the fifth night I the lack of sleep was getting to me. Even though Izzy was able to get some sleep I wasn't from spending most of my night in That Blasted Chair. I was irritated and some (okay most) of the frustration was pointed right at the hubby. I took on 99.999999% of child care since Izzy was born. That includes the time I was still working 12 hours night shifts and than I had to care for her in the morning when I got home.

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