Thursday, December 22, 2016

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

T stayed home sick yesterday. 

In the evening, he was tired and slumped on our office chair. 

A few minutes later I found Z rolling him carefully and deliberately to 'deliver' him to his bedroom. It was hilarious yet incredibly sweet all at once.

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): December 17th 2016

It's my first day out in a loooong time. Happy for some fresh air and change of scenery.

I really should stop my habit of mistaking other people's cars for mine and trying to get into them...

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): December 16th 2016

I've been sick for two weeks and only seemed to be getting worse the past two days. 

It's rare that I take antibiotics eagerly, but I was more than happy this time. My body was failing me.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

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

In a moment of creative inspiration O & T created two 'booths' in our home. One offered childcare services while you used the other - massage. It was like an answered prayer.

They were both amazing at it too. T took such good care of his little brother, that Z didn't want to leave the 'playground' and O gave me a massage that seriously rivaled some of the professionals I've been to lately.

Well worth the $1.50 they charged me and I have to say, as far as setting up booths, forts and having a general 'gymnastics' area, the Moroccan salon pillows we recently had put in are well worth it too!


Monday, November 28, 2016

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

We finally had curtains put up in our house and pillows in our Moroccan living room. The house feels a lot cozier and home like.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

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

I have decided that the ants may lose the battles but will ultimately win the war. I may be bigger, stronger and (hopefully) smarter, but they will outdo me due to their sheer numbers and persistence.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

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

This morning Z went on a serious search. When I asked if I could help him, he said "I'm looking for my resonating chamber."

Sometimes, I feel I'm in way over my head.