escaping relatives

Is it too soon?

They aren't bad, per se, they are just...more noise I guess.  Yesterday morning we left before them - Tolga went fishing, and the kids and I - a few hours later but before everyone else got up - left as well getting simit and going to the beach.  The water was still with hardly a ripple, and clear - you could go out far in a boat and see far down to the bottom.  Tolga and Gokalp abi came to shore when they saw us and Tolga rowed the kids around in the small boat and Tuana and I played in the sand.  Tuana loves the water too - but by the time our relatives came, two adults and two more children - our kids were crying or fighting.  Their younger one was crying too as they forced her into the water to like it - its so stressful being around crying children, and mine were enough to handle as it was.  I packed them all up and took them home to rest.

Today, we split up from our relatives again - they went to Kusadasi center, we went to the water park, and their six year old stayed with Anne because they decided she was sick and tired.

I guess the stress comes because our living styles are in such conflict.  We use air conditioners, run around in bare feet, drink cold water, drink some, we get up early and go to be early.  Our relatives use oil, butter, and salt, they keep the kids up until they go to bed, the four sleep in one single room that has a bunk bed - no one is sleeping in the car bed and I'm not sure why.  They use glass cups and plates with their kids and chase the younger one around with food saying, "She doesn't eat.  She never eats.  She only eats with television..." Etcetera.

I kind of lost my patience with my older cousin.  They were complaining that Tuana was always crying.  She does cry a lot, for little things.  She is incredibly cute and adored by all strangers, but is constantly needing/wanting me - and its hard to do it all.  My aunt looked at me the other day and said: she is crying a lot.
Yes. She is.  And there's not much I'm going to do about it.  She cries for something she wants or being tired - and I do my best to give her what she needs, not just what she wants, and I try to soothe her, and I usually can - but its all a process.  A painfully loud process.  Sigh.

Emin abla, who I am still not sure if she has her teeth this trip, said to me,
"You arms are burned.  Burned!"  The water park was always a highlight for the kids, but my arms weren't burnt because I worse 50 sunblock and a t-shirt.  She kissed my arm with her formless mouth and put her other hand on my belly.  "Is there a baby here?"
"No."
She jiggled my belly again, "Is there a baby in here.  Tell me the truth."
"No! Stop it!" Stop shaking my fat! 
"You need to have another baby.  A boy.  Two boys and two girls."

Arrrgggh!