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

T's new friend is our little garden gecko.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 27th 2016

Z climbed up the back of my bed this morning and called "Activate flying powers!" before he fell back onto the mattress in fits of giggles.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 26th 2016

I'm feeling colonized...by ants.

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

We have ants. A lot of ants.

I know it's common here, but I doubt anyone has this many ants. Flying ants in one bathroom, crawling ants all over the kitchen and breakfast areas, ants in our garbage, ants drinking water in our bathroom, and the latest, ants moving their eggs by the hundreds, maybe thousands, into our bedroom.

When I said I liked the 'charm' and 'naturey' feel of our house here, I meant trees in the yard, and birds chirping by the window. No Ants.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 23rd 2016

Two more things I love about T: 

He doesn't care if his socks match. Laundry work is much easier this way.


My sister and I (lovingly) call him scruffy behind his back. Scruffy left the side door unlocked again, and today it was my saving grace when I locked myself out of the front door with Z asleep inside the house. I will never admit this to him.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 22nd 2016

Back to school today. It's some time alone that I truly need but I'm also missing all the noise. Why am I so self destructive?

One thing I love about T: He slept in clothes and proudly announced this morning that he was 'ready' straight out of bed. At least it's efficient.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 13th 2016

I'm having a bad face day.

It's a thing.

Really.