Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 15th 2016

A flight to Cairo. A desperate need for chocolate. Sudden realization that progress on my nutrition course has been halted by this move.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 11th 2016

We worked on our new home for 8 hours today. Despite my back pain, I managed to unpack many boxes and got some items organized. I felt it was starting to come together.

When the boys went out in the early evening to play in the back yard, I took a break to watch them.

As they ran and laughed, i felt the beginning of an acceptance start to come over me. I really began to feel we could make beautiful new memories here.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 7th 2016

T found his recorder. This translates into happiness for him, and hours of listening to my least favorite instrument of all time, all summer.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 6th 2016

Every move comes with these painful pangs of longing for the past. No matter how uncomfortable the comfort zone may have been, at least it was familiar.

Shooting at the drain flies in the bathroom this morning with my concoction of water, dish soap and alcohol, suddenly made the Texas fire ants I was battling in our home almost seem pleasant.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 1st 2016

And my life upon stacks of boxes and packing paper has, once again, begun.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 29th 2016

Drain flies: you need to cut me some slack.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 28th 2016

After intense frustration at my closet, I have come to realize that it's not actually a wardrobe makeover I need so much as a body makeover.