Dear Comfort Zone,
I miss you. Is there any way you'll take me back?
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): April 20th 2016
My first few moments, all by myself, in Morocco. Z is at his new nursery and I am in the solitude of our temporary home. I'm a bit stunned. Confused. What do I do?
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): April 15th 2016
I started the day by breaking down into tears in the shower, after a whirlwind of emotions and when not-so-little and first-time-mover Z mentioned his old friends, nursery and wanting to get back on a plane and go to our old house.
But then I was overcome by a wave of thankfulness.Thankful for having warm water to shower with and episodes of Dinosaur Train so that I could actually manage to shower while Z watched.
The boys are ok at school which is a HUGE improvement for us and T didn't break any bones when he fell off the monkey bars yesterday. Life is good.
But then I was overcome by a wave of thankfulness.Thankful for having warm water to shower with and episodes of Dinosaur Train so that I could actually manage to shower while Z watched.
The boys are ok at school which is a HUGE improvement for us and T didn't break any bones when he fell off the monkey bars yesterday. Life is good.
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.
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.
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