In Turkey, as in many parts of the world, it has been summer holidays. In my mind it shouldn’t be. Summer is December. Summer is Christmas Day. Summer is my birthday. But as my world is topsy turvy now I have had to contend with the heat in August (it was hot) and freeze on my birthday (which I did).
Now I find myself living in a country where for 13 weeks (yes I will say that again – 13 weeks) I am responsible for my offspring 24 hours a day, 7 days a week! I have never had to do this before. I always worked during school holidays but now there is me and there is Daughter all the time!
Here in the village it seems I am not only lumbered with Daughter (who contractually I am obliged to love unconditionally) but I am also lumbered with a plethora of etcetera’s. We are talking cousins, distant cousins, friends, friends of friends and probably an occasional stranger. Our house is the bomb because:
(a) we have internet;
(b) we have air con; and
But today has arrived. I knew it was coming. The last few days have been a flurry of activity in preparation. Haircut? Check. New shoes? “What do you mean Doc Martens?” Sigh. Check. Nose ring? What??? Umm, maybe not this year (and thankfully the school tut-tutted on that suggestion).
I attempted to get Daughter into bed early last night. It was difficult but I achieved a partial victory by getting her into her bedroom by 10 pm. Of course when I went to bed at midnight I found her texting friends in Australia (after all it is breakfast over there). Go the feck to sleep!
At 6 am this morning Daughter’s alarm went off. “Good morning, bah, bah, bah bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, good morning.” A happy wake up alarm. I thought it may calm the wild beast with its cheerfulness. There was some grumbling and I heard “Shut it up!” from my room but honestly not as much as I had anticipated. During the school holidays I was lucky if Daughter was out of bed by 11 but now the alarm sounding the option to lie in is imponderable.
There was a little moaning and a little bitching but I managed to get her out of the house with 5 minutes to spare. I called out “I love you” as she walked away. Without a backward glance she lifted her hand, “Love you too.” *Sigh*
And now we dance.
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