Frumpy Middle-Aged Mom: I’m going to Morocco without the kids

By the time you read this, I will be traipsing around Morocco. Who won’t be along? My children.
That means I get to do whatever I want, whenever I want, without having anyone gripe at me that they’re hungry, thirsty, tired or bored.
I also won’t forget my underwear.
When I adopted my kids 16 years ago, I decided to just keep on traveling, because it’s my hobby and my disease.
When I was heading off to some exotic place, people would always ask me, “Are you bringing