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.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 13th 2016
I'm having a bad face day.
It's a thing.
Really.
It's a thing.
Really.
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.
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