Stress

I managed to get Nehir to sleep by midnight, which is like putting him to sleep at 5 in the afternoon in American time.  I also managed to get him up again at 7:20 am the next morning.  Unfortunately, his service ( the van that takes him to school) never showed up, and I was out of Turkish money for a cab.  Nehir was anxious and kept saying helpful things like "What are we supposed to do, just stand here and stare at all the services and ours never shows up?!" or asking me "Why don't we just take a cab?!" over and over even though I had told him repeatedly that I didn't have Turkish money.  I finally accepted that his service wasn't coming and we had to take a cab to a currency exchange office, and then another cab to school.  When Nehir walked into class a half hour late, his class burst into spontaneous applause, and Nehir was grinning ear to ear.  That warmed my heart and helped alleviate my fowl mood.

Taylan and I then walked back to where we could hail another cab home.  There is a small grocery store about a quarter mile from our apartment so I asked the driver to drop us there so I could get some groceries I had forgotten the day before.  While in the store Taylan dropped a glass bottle of carrot juice on the floor, shattering it.  We then set off for home, but a torrential rain had started and the little rain shield on his stroller was not keeping him dry at all so we ran into a nearby office building.  I scrounged around in my purse for enough small change to get us home (taxi drivers often don't have enough small bills to make change if you are carrying large bills) and we took a cab the rest of the way.  

Now we are home and Taylan is listening to the theme song for Bob the Builder over and over and over.  According to my itunes library, it has been played 78 times since I downloaded it several days ago, and two of those days we were traveling, so you do the math.  Yikes.