Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 27th 2016
It's been extremely hectic and I feel overwhelmed. This is the first time I've been in a place where curtains, light fixtures and appliances are all the responsibility of the renter.
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 14th 2016
I have discovered that I use 1,000 piece puzzles as a coping mechanism. It helps me escape reality.
Like the reality of the long weekend alone with the boys.
Like the reality of the long weekend alone with the boys.
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 13th 2016
In preparation for a long weekend alone with the boys, I bought tons of food so that I wouldn't have to venture to the grocery store with them alone. But it's Friday and most of the food is already gone...
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 11th 2016
Today has been a very Moroccan flavored day.
Discovered:
UPS requires ID to send documents and checks through the papers you are sending.
The small citrus fruit kumquat is adorable and generally delicious.
Cooking with lavender is my new found joy.
We have a neighbor that practices the piano and the delightful tunes sooth me through the vents every day.
Discovered:
UPS requires ID to send documents and checks through the papers you are sending.
The small citrus fruit kumquat is adorable and generally delicious.
Cooking with lavender is my new found joy.
We have a neighbor that practices the piano and the delightful tunes sooth me through the vents every day.
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 8th 2016
My boys were fascinated at the tide pools, especially with the hermit crabs they found.
When they held one proudly up for me to see, I couldn't help but think how much like a hermit crab I actually feel these days. A creature that has to constantly move house and that feels terrifyingly vulnerable and exposed during the transition.
That's exactly what I am right at this moment: a hermit crab without a shell.
When they held one proudly up for me to see, I couldn't help but think how much like a hermit crab I actually feel these days. A creature that has to constantly move house and that feels terrifyingly vulnerable and exposed during the transition.
That's exactly what I am right at this moment: a hermit crab without a shell.
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 6th 2016
You know your 3 year old has been around you too much when they call out in the morning "boys, third alarm, time for school" and then tell their older brothers off for scrunching up mom's scarf.
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."
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