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		<title>By: Timers for ADHD</title>
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		<description>[...] When Ron was two, he used to have a melt down every time my husband left for work. While his emotion was real, he needed to learn to get it out and get it over with. Thirty minutes of a screaming two year old is really too much… Finally, I told Ron he was allowed to cry for ten minutes in what we called our tantrum chair, which was in our living room away from the family. After that, his tantrum had to stop. And it did &#8211; especially because he had no audience. (One of my favorite stories is &#8220;The Tantrum Chairs&#8221;, which tells about how my husband and I almost burned our legs off trying to impress a preschool teacher. It&#8217;s a really funny tale of my housekeeping, parenting, and cleaning &#8211; um &#8211; &#8217;skills&#8217;. You can read it here.) [...]</description>
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