Mornings I feel pretty great.
Evenings are another story. I'm temporarily energized when I first see the kids - with hugs and cuddles. Chasing and tickling. Then I usually sit in the chair with Tuana because she's asking to nurse (yes, she's old enough to ask for it now - she pats my chest while sucking her thumb, then giggles in anticipation). And then I crash in the chair. I put out dinner, and I'm exhausted from walking back and forth from the table bringing, food, ice cube to cool the food down, milk, paper towel, rag, bib, another cup, back for bread, more milk, my tea, a spoon, a broom and dustbin, and so on.
I let them play some after dinner because Teoman had no school today and tomorrow, then I stuck them both in the shower for steam to help their stuffy noses, while I nursed Tuana to sleep. Tolga is away, and Gokhan is here - but he mostly comes home from work and goes to his room and watches television. Through many conversations - he has learned to occasionally come out of his room, especially when he hears screaming and crying - but tonight was rather calm.
Until I went to check on them. Tuana was asleep, and I put her down, and I stepped in a puddle before I opened the bathroom door. The kids had somehow blocked the shower basin and the water was overflowing into the bathroom and out the door into our bedroom.
An inch deep of water is really hard to mop up. And I was dreading the knock on our door informing us the water had leaked through to the apartments below. Teoman and Tomris were oblivious to what was happening and playing happily in the water.
For that matter, Tuana and Gokhan were oblivious too.
But it was actually the calmest most effiicient drama clean up ever.
I suppose I had extra grace tonight.
And, I'll take it.
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