Bangkok to Momma’s

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I am so thankful for the internet and apple radio. I love to listen to the top 50 country station. When we moved from the States, I thought I would miss the music from back home but luckily I get to stay up with the latest.

I enjoy all genres of music but sometimes there is a song that tugs on my heart. Music has a way of helping us to relive memories from our past or take us back to a scene in a distant memory we can barely remember. I believe, this is one of the best things music does for us really; helps us to remember.

The big city is so busy and sometimes I just wish I could slow down and take a deep breath of fresh air. I think that is why I switched to country music years ago. I love rock & roll and I love punk but there was a point when I just needed to slow down. Country helps me to remember where I come from and where I ultimately want to raise my son. There is a new Tim McGraw song called “back at mama’s” and when it comes on it makes my heart sing.

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I Totally Get It Now

a post from last year that i thought every expat parent might be able to relate too

beckyhorace's avatarFrom Palmetto Pride to Pad Thai

I have been on nonstop Killi duty since we left for France at the end of May.  No breaks, I mean nothing.  I am writing this not to complain but instead that I have had a revelation about a couple of different things as a parent.

1.  Appreciate your support group.  I never really fully appreciated the support group of friends and family back home that would help with our son whenever we needed a break.  I mean I appreciated that they would help us but I guess I just knew they would always be there for us and now that I am on the other side of the world, I realize how good I had it.  I miss being able to drop the kid for a weekend at grandmas or a night out because Aunt Brett and Uncle Louie want some practice (wink wink) or Aunt JuJu or Lindsey just…

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When Daddy’s Away…

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You know the old saying “When the cats away, the mice will play!”

That is the best part about my husband going away for work. We miss him terribly but sometimes Killi and I will go eat ice cream just because and not care if it spoils dinner and there’s no guilt because it only happens when daddy is away, which hardly ever happens. This time hasn’t been as much fun, there has been no ice cream, there has only been crying and no sleep the entire week for mommy and Killi.

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