Fed up of my hair and its many split ends, I cut the fringe and ends myself today.
I can really see why children find this fun.
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 16th 2017
I heard O screaming in the bathroom this evening and, when I went to check on him, it turned out he had had a spider on his neck.
I showed no reaction so I wouldn't add to the panic. I checked my own neck privately in case spiders were lurking somewhere.
This reminded me of smiling at T when he split his head open.
I almost sang cheerfully that everything was fine, as I washed the bright red blood that was covering his head and face.I was secretly terrified.
Same thing when Z got a croup attack and almost couldn't breathe. Or the time I calmed him with reassurances while he screamed as they stitched his face.
After the stitches, as I tried to stand up, my legs almost gave way.
I showed no reaction so I wouldn't add to the panic. I checked my own neck privately in case spiders were lurking somewhere.
This reminded me of smiling at T when he split his head open.
I almost sang cheerfully that everything was fine, as I washed the bright red blood that was covering his head and face.I was secretly terrified.
Same thing when Z got a croup attack and almost couldn't breathe. Or the time I calmed him with reassurances while he screamed as they stitched his face.
After the stitches, as I tried to stand up, my legs almost gave way.
Friday, June 16, 2017
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 15th 2017
I couldn't help but overflow with excitement today when I saw the sprouts of the 'micro tomatoes' that I planted in a pot by our door.
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 14th 2017
As Z carried on about his daughter and her mother today, I finally broke it to him that he is actually her father.
He giggled in disbelief and said "I'm not a Dad! Mommy I'm only 3 and I'm too short."
He giggled in disbelief and said "I'm not a Dad! Mommy I'm only 3 and I'm too short."
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 13th 2017
Z has been telling me a lot about his daughter lately.
Apparently today is her birthday. Does this mean I'm required to throw some sort of party for her?
Apparently today is her birthday. Does this mean I'm required to throw some sort of party for her?
Monday, June 12, 2017
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 11th 2017
I finally got to see a fidget spinner with T's friend yesterday and I just can't tell why these are all the rage right now.
I concluded to them that I must be getting to that age where I am too old to understand the interests of this generation.
I concluded to them that I must be getting to that age where I am too old to understand the interests of this generation.
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| Classic waste of money. Am I just old or os this telling of a generation of distractions and lack of depth? |
Saturday, June 3, 2017
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 30th 2017
Z spent his first night in underwear instead of pull ups. I think there is a light at the end of this diaper filled tunnel.
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