Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 12th 2016
Temporary curtains are up on our bedroom windows...
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 9th 2016
It's early morning on our first day back in Morocco and I hear O practicing his trumpet.
It's making me cry to hear the tunes but not because he sounds like a dying elephant, nor because he's performing the national anthem on the Astros field.
This time, it's tears of some sort of grief that I can't explain. Of a life left behind. Three very tough years but also filled with memories and good friends. A significant part of our family life and strife. And I feel the need to cry and begin to let go...
It's making me cry to hear the tunes but not because he sounds like a dying elephant, nor because he's performing the national anthem on the Astros field.
This time, it's tears of some sort of grief that I can't explain. Of a life left behind. Three very tough years but also filled with memories and good friends. A significant part of our family life and strife. And I feel the need to cry and begin to let go...
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 5th 2016
I wonder if all children make a bee line to their parents' beds when they wake up? Is this a good thing or some sort of big parenting fail?
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 4th 2016
For our wedding anniversary, all I wanted was to snatch time away for hubby. We managed a couple of hours for a quick lunch while my sister in law kindly took on the boys.
Amusing that my hubby's colleague (currently an empty nester) had surprised his wife for her birthday by flying in their daughter to visit for the weekend. Apparently the wife cried tears of joy.
Makes me seriously contemplate the irony of this life.
Amusing that my hubby's colleague (currently an empty nester) had surprised his wife for her birthday by flying in their daughter to visit for the weekend. Apparently the wife cried tears of joy.
Makes me seriously contemplate the irony of this life.
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): July 26th 2016
This summer we must have hit a new record for spills and breakages. We are seriously averaging about five spills a day.
Z has poured entire milk bottles on tables, smashed crystals off chandeliers at my mom's place and dropped an entire glass juice bottle and broke it while 'helping' bring in groceries.
Today, I discovered he'd spilled an entire box of Cheerios on the very same kitchen floor his brothers had had their Cheerios 'picnic' on eight years earlier.
Z has poured entire milk bottles on tables, smashed crystals off chandeliers at my mom's place and dropped an entire glass juice bottle and broke it while 'helping' bring in groceries.
Today, I discovered he'd spilled an entire box of Cheerios on the very same kitchen floor his brothers had had their Cheerios 'picnic' on eight years earlier.
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): July 1st 2016
Had a nice chat with my grandfather today. He told me all about his school life when he was younger. His school had the children plant and care for their own mini garden.
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 17th 2016
A few interesting insights into my children's minds today.
I asked Z, who was hugging me in bed, to give me a minute before the smothering. So he rolled over and suddenly said "zut alors." Our jaws dropped.
In the evening I went out with a friend and left the boys with my sister. When I got home O was still up and has read a coffee table book I had left out called "The truth about Mothers." As soon as I walked in he hugged me and showered me with compliments and told me he hopes his future wife will be just like me.
Then he told me that his participation in American Football last year was a growing opportunity for him making him tougher and motivating him to one day be a father his children can be proud of.
They never cease to amaze me..
I asked Z, who was hugging me in bed, to give me a minute before the smothering. So he rolled over and suddenly said "zut alors." Our jaws dropped.
In the evening I went out with a friend and left the boys with my sister. When I got home O was still up and has read a coffee table book I had left out called "The truth about Mothers." As soon as I walked in he hugged me and showered me with compliments and told me he hopes his future wife will be just like me.
Then he told me that his participation in American Football last year was a growing opportunity for him making him tougher and motivating him to one day be a father his children can be proud of.
They never cease to amaze me..
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