Murray Mayhem and Madness 1/?
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Episode:- Odd spoilers for throughout series 3
Pairing:- None
Rating:- T/M (Mainly for language)
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Summary:- When political world gets too much, when there doesn't seem to be any reason to get up again and do it all the next day, there's always home and when home is as mad as the Murray house suddenly politics doesn't seem so bad after all!
Author's Note:- I think the whole concept of Nicola's home life is under-covered in fic so this will be a series of little snap shots the chapters won't be overly long but there is likely to be a lot of them over time. Based around the time of series 3 so 2009ish; hope you enjoy and reviews would be delightful as always!
Homecoming chaos
"Mum! Mum tell Eliza that she can't just come into my room and bug me when I'm trying to read!" Welcome home mummy so glad you back after three days away! That's my youngest daughter and I have quite literally not gotten far enough in the door to close it yet and she's coming down the stairs at a rate of knots and throwing herself into my arms, not to welcome me home you understand but to complain about her sister.
"I just wanted her to look at my new school athletics kit she's such a bitch I…"
"Eliza that's enough and do not use that sort of language about your sister. If you give ma two minutes to get in the door I'll look at your kit and you can tell me how your meet went yesterday but seriously girls can I actually make it off the doorstep before you start?" I should point out that I love my children. I would do anything for them, fight the biggest threat to keep them safe and lay down my life if it meant that they would be happy and healthy for the rest of their lives. That said when you've spent three days immersed in strategy meetings, press intrusion and government cock-ups what you really want is to get in to the house, change and relax before they start throwing their complaints at you! "Where are Emily, Toby and Daddy?"
"Toby's in his room with Harry they have been locked in there all day working on something amazing for their science project. Daddy is out, he says he'll be late we both know what that means…." My oldest daughter has no illusions left where her father is concerned a fact that saddens me. I've always believed in not influencing my kids opinions on their father or anything else for that matter, they are individuals with minds of their own. Now that none of them are little children anymore they have their own personalities and I'm more than willing to let them express those. It doesn't change the fact that Emily's disillusionment with James is sad. "Ella, Eliza give Mummy a break for ten minutes will you?"
"You don't get to tell me what to do!"
"Yeah Emily just cause you're the oldest doesn't mean…"
I've finally managed to make it out of the hall and dropped my boxes on the dining table while the three of them continue to argue. Yes I know I should step in but trust me a life time of experience has shown me that when the three of them get going unless physical violence becomes an issue leaving them to it is best. It amazes me that Toby seems to be able to complete zone it out the girls will always weigh in, Emily will hear Eliza and Ella argue and immediately get into the middle of it, Ella will hear the other two argue and do the same and Eliza is always ready to jump in with both feet if Ella and Emily are going at it but yet Toby just stays out of the way. I'm not sure if that's a male thing or just because of them all he has the most sense!
"Yeah well you both need to cut it out and…"
I've managed to get past them again hearing yet another snippet of the argument as I make it upstairs to the bedroom James and I share to finally get out of these clothes. I put them on 12 hours ago but frankly it feels like I've been wearing them for 12 months. All I want right now is to have a hot shower, put on something comfortable, pour a glass of wine and catch up with my children properly. If they ever stop fighting that is.
"Hi guys, how's it going? Toby do you need anything before I go shower?" With a brief knock I've put my head round my son's door to find him and his best friend Harry engrossed in something that looks like there are too many wires and too much potential for explosions for my liking.
"No thanks Mum we're fine did you have a good conference or team building thing or whatever it was?" He hasn't even looked up from what he's doing as he holds two wires together and Harry solders them together. At least he asked though.
"Yeah it was fine. Toby are you sure you should be doing that in the house? It looks a bit dangerous." So shoot me for wanting to make sure my house doesn't blow up taking us all with it!
"It's fine Mum the earth wire is connected to the transformer there and it means that these two wires are grounded and so until we connect the windmill and complete the circuit it'll be fine. It's like basic physics 101 we wanted to do a 12 point circuit with a dual power source and really show how renewable energy could revolutionise the world but Mr Wilson has no vision."
"He's right Mrs Murray it's fine this is like primary school stuff. It's completely safe."
"Ok, well be careful anyway boys. Toby I'll make something for dinner as soon as I've cleaned up and changed, Harry are you staying for dinner?"
"Dad said it was ok for him to stay the night since it's Friday." Of course he did, anything for a quiet life!
"Ok we'll I'll call you both for food later." I've left them to it and am back in my bedroom ready to finally shower. Didn't I mention my son is the next Albert Einstein in the making? I'm not sure where he got his brains it sure as hell wasn't from me nor his father when he talks half times it goes completely over my head. Anyway time to make the startling transformation from incompetent cabinet minister to barely competent mother and let the weekend begin with whatever it has to throw at me this week.