When we got married to Mahir, we had a house like a box. We shared the housework, the cleaning is his, and the cooking is mine. Because I don’t like cleaning, I gave him this task. But there was a small problem; I didn’t like to cook either.

Then, when we moved to a bigger house and got involved with children, we expanded the business. We found help and got rid of cleaning and eating. As life ran parallel to that of the cicada, we moved to the Netherlands. Hoop, it’s all over again, another division of labor, of course I got the food again, and Mahir got the cleaning.

Ada wants us to order takeout on Friday nights. Well, my child’s right, he’s been tired all week, baby. We’re always out on the weekend anyway, great! Four days left for me?

The division of labor is important, here everyone takes care of the housework, gardening, and cooking himself. Because everything that is handmade is unnecessarily expensive. The men have made it a hobby, and they do not mind arranging their gardens and cleaning their houses for hours. Big applause for them. But I am a human like a cicada. Let me have fun, purse-seiner, uproar, let the rest go. Fortunately, Mahir has an ant in the house. I sing, he collects wheat and we get by.

I learned how to make chips from lavash the other day, I will take a video and share it on Instagram so that everyone can see my skills, first I showed it to Mahir, and he said to me; Did you take a photo of the pots you burned? But it’s such a shame! One should not be such a brute for two pots. I think like this.

Another day; I wore a powder pink blouse, the same color buckle, and the same color socks, I show you how I am. He says to me; did you wash those white socks in red?

Nothing much has changed in our house for 15 years, you see, the daily routines of the perfect man and his messy girlfriend. We have been together 24 hours a day since March 2020. During the day, we experience all the conflicts with the concepts of husband & wife, bride & sister-in-law, husband, mother-in-law & bride, and we crown our togetherness with these leveled conflicts. I’m not bad at organizing, thinking practically, sabotaging, provoking, and bringing them to the catapult, but I couldn’t bring my children to a path. They’re too daddy. They never see their mother vacuuming her hair.

Tomorrow is Hıdırellez, so your mother’s organization is great. (Such things are always on me, if I didn’t do it, the man wouldn’t mind) Good thing I’m here.

Since it is a weekday, showers will be taken when the children come from school. Beautiful clothes will be put on, meditations will be held, and everyone will write or draw their wishes on a piece of paper. I do both, for sure. Wishes will be hung on the rosewood. We will make a fire in the flower pot in the garden and jump. Doruk will love this? And the next day we will go to the beach to collect our wishes from the rosewood and throw them into the sea.

We usually wish for very special things. I am writing a letter to Hıdır and İlyas, they accept my wishes thanks to them.

But this year our wishes will be different.

My first wish is of course; Let the world get rid of the coronavirus and there will be no bad situation that threatens humanity like this again.

May the sick regain their health, the homeless to their homes, the unemployed to their jobs, and the unemployed to their vaccines.

Let all living things, including children, insects, wolves, and birds continue their lives in the life cycle they should have.

In the triangle of birth, life, and death; I wish you effortless births, happy long lives, enjoying life, sequential and painless eternity.