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

O's teacher came up to congratulate me on how well O argues in a debate. When I told her it's because he gets plenty of practice arguing with his mother, she said "that's what he said."

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 2nd 2016

Z was giggling, even laughing out loud in his sleep last night. When he woke up he told me he had been fighting meat eaters with his tail.

Then the entire morning at the zoo today he was pretending to fight off each of the animals with his tail, like a Stegosaurus would.

There's an Egyptian expression where they say that something has "licked your brain," and that's definitely an accurate description of what dinosaurs have done to my little Z.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): April 30th 2016

Random thought: Sports teams should really have end of season celebrations at juice bars not ice cream parlors.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): April 24th 2016

It's the small victories that ultimately matter. I found a lined notebook!

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): April 21st 2016

Dear Comfort Zone,

I miss you. Is there any way you'll take me back?

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.