I woke up with a headache. I had it all night actually, but not bad enough for me to get up and take anything. I kept figuring it would leave with enough rest - but it was at the same level in the morning. I figured once I got up and moving it would get better - but I most definitely go worse. I was feeling weak and shaky, sweaty and nauseous, and sounds were already beginning to bother me. How did it turn into a migraine from just standing up? My cousin Emine abla said the nausea meant it was low, and sweaty meant it was high. She checked my blood pressure and I humored them. It was something like 124 over 84 - she decided that was high for me and prescribed lemon water. I drank it dutifully.
I had taken them all to the bazaar yesterday, and too the beach today. They were waiting for me to take them, but I had to put limits on them: (cannot leave all five children at home with Anne, I will put Tuana to sleep first... etc.) I do wish I was more impressive in graciousness and quietly leading by my strong and peaceful examples. But...
They were doing laundry on the first day they came. How did they already have laundry? They leave the fan on in their room 24 hours a day. They put the open jam in the cupboard and the peanut butter in the fridge. They are giving glasses and glass plates to the kids. Sometimes plastic, but not the kids plastic plates and bowls I have - tupperwear and containers as makeshift bowls. Why!? They are on their phones constantly which leaves the kids to pushing all their limits...
Gizem sits on the edge of her chair with it pushed about a mile from the table on one end. Baba sits at the other end. They are both overweight - so the way they sit blocks my entry and exit from the table. Tonight Tomris bonked her head on the corner of the chair because it was sticking so far out.
Tomris also asked me tonight if the neighbors could be her mom and dad. I told Teoman we were giving Tomris away - and he got upset
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