Friday nights aren't what they used to be for me. I don't even remember what they used to be...I just know that now, by Friday, I'm so tired I can barely stay awake when I get home.
I guess that's kids for you.
I stopped at the mall first to go to the bigger market there and came home an hour later than usual. Our nanny called me when I was in the lot to say she was leaving. I spotted her in the parking lot and she came over and helped me with groceries, telling me about the day.
Teoman didn't nap. His head was sweating a lot and he couldn't get comfortable. When she had left he was crying or getting mad about everything. When we got upstairs, our nanny announced I was home, Teoman came over looking pale, sweaty, and ready to blow.
"Mama, did you bring me something?"
I did bring him something, but I didn't want to give it to him tonight - he was overtired and being difficult. Before I could answer he was crying because he wanted to go to the market with me and he wanted to go outside. I was tempted to take him, but I decided against it because he was probably just way over tired. I opened up the peanut M&Ms I got them and gave each of tkihem two, then proceeded to give their grandma, grandpa, and uncle a treat too. They kids were watching and smiling and waiting on the couch, because I had also agreed to Paw Patrol - they could watch while I changed. I fed them peanut butter sandwiches and juice for dinner. Teoman was already doing better. He had wrestled with m, and except for the occasional kick or hair pull of his sister, he was normalizing.
We ate while they threw all the pillow from the couch to the floor to jump on them. Teoman kept pushing his sister so I finally put my foot down and threatened a spanking. I don't like threatening, and I'm not sure about spankings - but they really work with him. Teoman pushes and pushes the limit, and when I finally say something like, "If you push her one more time, you're getting a spanking and straight to bed." (To which he responds, "Oh! Okay Mama," and quite happily stops torturing her.)
They were working up sweat. Teoman was reciting a story in Turkish as he had heard it from is grandmother, Tomris was trying to build a fort. Teoman jumped on me, Tomris jumped on me. I washed Teoman's hands and mouth. Tomris wanted to stand on the exact same stool and do the exact same thing.
We went to bed tonight, watching one more show and talking to their Baba over FaceTime. They seem to enjoy and accept a virtual Baba. Teoman didn't want to hang up and was stalling, but I have him the one-minute warning. He may not have a sense of time, but he responds really well to time warnings - and puts up little resistance when I say that time is up. (On the flip-side, if I give him no warning, sometimes he freaks out). They both kissed their Baba on the iPad and we ruined out the lights. Teoman fell asleep almost instantly.
Tomris flipped and flopped and sang and talked and played and climbed for probably an hour. I think I fell asleep at one point and woke up to hear her leaving the room. I scolded her back to bed.
In the end, she fell asleep between Teoman and I, upside down.
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