Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 14th 2017

As Z carried on about his daughter and her mother today, I finally broke it to him that he is actually her father.

He giggled in disbelief and said "I'm not a Dad! Mommy I'm only 3 and I'm too short."

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 13th 2017

Z has been telling me a lot about his daughter lately.

Apparently today is her birthday. Does this mean I'm required to throw some sort of party for her? 

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): June 11th 2017

I finally got to see a fidget spinner with T's friend yesterday and I just can't tell why these are all the rage right now.

I concluded to them that I must be getting to that age where I am too old to understand the interests of this generation.

Classic waste of money.
Am I just old or os this telling of a generation of distractions and lack of depth?

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 30th 2017

Z spent his first night in underwear instead of pull ups. I think there is a light at the end of this diaper filled tunnel.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 29th 2017

Today was tiring but accomplished. I cleared out and organized all three boys' closest and managed to make three large bags of clothes donations.

By afternoon I was feeling a little dazed. Trying to remember what we did last Friday, I absentmindedly asked Z.

He promptly replied "We eat couscous."

I think he's becoming a true Moroccan :)

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 26th 2017

Today Z announced that he was tired of being three and wanted to grow.

"I don't wanna be three anymore, I want to get taller and not be three. I want to be 65," he told me.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 24th 2017

Z drew an angler fish yesterday.  I was impressed :)