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

Just a few hours into every vacation, the excitement quickly fizzles in the loud confines of a hotel room where you are trapped with three boys.

As they whined about exploring, complained about the food and demanded to go to the beach despite the fact that my fever had spiked, a sudden urgent call for a child free vacation went off in my head.

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

I was so excited to be able to tell the boys 

"We're going to a desert island this vacation."

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

It's definitely a slanket and fluffy socks kind of evening.

I don't yet have a slanket, though I have every intention of buying one as soon as possible. And my fluffy socks, well let's just say they occupy a very special place in my heart at the moment.

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.

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.

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!