Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): April 14th 2016

It's been 12 days since we arrived in Rabat.

I miss my computer, my friends, my walks to Whole Foods and my entire comfort zone. Yes, that's right, me, the queen of preaching about the good that change brings and how everything is changing and that stepping out of your comfort zone is liberating, unleashing your potential and helping you grow...blah blah blah. I admit, right now, I miss that imprisoning, growth inhibiting comfort zone.

This is our 9th move as a couple and yet it seems so foreign to me. Some of my feelings of displacement, frustration and being overwhelmed are familiar, but so many emotions are very new this time and I'm truly struggling to make sense of them.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): April 13th 2016

Glad I found it but, a coconut for $13? I have a feeling my coconut drinking days are coming to an end.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): April 9th 2016

Been here a week and already found one of life's essentials - a steam mop (well an essential for this mom of three boys anyway). Currently out of stock though...but it exists!

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): April 4th 2016

My birthday present this year is an interview at the boys' new school in Morocco. I couldn't have wished for more at this point.

Diary of a Confused Mom: March 1st 2016

Today I feel as if someone climbed into my brain and made a huge mess in there.

Diary of a Confused Mom: February 27th 2016

Today as Z and I sat on a picnic mat at flag football enjoying the warm sun, he rested his head on my lap and asked me "Are you feeling well Mommy?"

My heart is his :)

Diary of a Confused Mom: February 25th 2016

Went to have coffee at one of the places I love being in because it has such positive energy. Today as I was sipping my coffee, I saw an elderly couple that I often encounter in this place, chatting together and marveled at a relationship that is truly beautiful with age :)

A short while later, the rodeo horses and carriages passed by the store on the main road. In all my years in Houston, this was the first time I see the rodeo horses pass through.