home not alone

Having a 15-day extension on medical leave, on top of my maternity leave was a perk to getting injured.  Teoman had to have is four-month checkup and shots, and I wanted to be home after this in case he had a reaction.

 But it was also letting some hysterical emotions live a little longer than they should.  I was dreading going back to work, and the more I thought of leaving Teoman at home with my mother-in-law . . . the more clingy and jealous I was becoming.

My MIL is a great person, but I have this growing discontent with her.  Our apartment is comfortable, but small.  There's not a whole lot for my MIL to do except watch TV or watch Teoman.  Or both.

We don't have a yard.  She won't go out on her own.  She's afraid to walk because of her leg.  So, she's at home with me, watching her favorite gossip channels during the day and dramatic shows in the evening.

I go for walks and half-heartedly invite her on my errands.  She offers to watch Teoman, and my stomach clutches and most times I took Teoman with me justifying it in my thoughts with we only have two more weeks together.  We walked to the mall, the post office, the bank, the market.  We met Tolga at his work in the evenings.

I think I am just getting tired of living with everybody.  Everybody only consists really of two extra people.  My MIL and BIL, and since my BIL got a job - its just me and my MIL at home.  Weekends, if Tolga is home, we may go out - but even then we usually take someone with - I mean, I feel like we have too because what else is there for her to do all week?

I have a friend who lived with her MIL and she went for full day walks to get out of the house, packing food and walking from park to park around the city.  Some days, I can see why she did that . . .