Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes rest so you will be refreshed when he
arrives. Touch up your makeup and be fresh looking. Smile and be a bit more
interesting. His boring day may need a lift.
* * *
"Mummy!" Ollie came running through the front door, his latest masterpiece from school clutched in one hand and leapt enthusiastically onto the sofa beside Abby. "Look what I painted for you today!"
Abby smiled, looking even more worn out than she had half an hour ago when Carter went out. She heaved herself up to a sitting position and lifted her 3 year old son onto her lap while he proudly showed off a very bright painting of an ambulance.
"Look, there's a pamedic. I saw one that time you took me to work, remember? He gave me a sweetie!"
Abby smiled and nodded, trying to look interested. She looked up and saw Carter and Bethan standing in the doorway, smirking at Abby getting squashed.
"Ok, kids" Carter finally spoke up, reliving Abby from the lump bouncing around on top of her. "Go upstairs and put you stuff away."
Ollie jumped of Abby's lap obediently and charged up the stairs.
"Hi Mum!" came the muffled reply from Bethan from halfway up the stairs, drowned out by clumping footsteps.
Carter looked sympathetically at Abby walked further into the room. He moved Ollie's painting to one side and sat down. "Another one for the freezer then?" Carter laughed.
Abby whacked his arm playfully, clearly telling him she was not in the mood and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Bad day?"
"The worst" Abby complained. "I'd rather not talk about it."
"You look like you need a good rest."
"Yeah, sure" Abby said sarcastically "With 2 kids? You must be joking."
"Go on" Carter encouraged lovingly, helping her to stand up and gently nudging her towards the bottom of the stairs, "Go and lie down and I'll bring you some tea."
* * *
"Mummy!" Ollie came running through the front door, his latest masterpiece from school clutched in one hand and leapt enthusiastically onto the sofa beside Abby. "Look what I painted for you today!"
Abby smiled, looking even more worn out than she had half an hour ago when Carter went out. She heaved herself up to a sitting position and lifted her 3 year old son onto her lap while he proudly showed off a very bright painting of an ambulance.
"Look, there's a pamedic. I saw one that time you took me to work, remember? He gave me a sweetie!"
Abby smiled and nodded, trying to look interested. She looked up and saw Carter and Bethan standing in the doorway, smirking at Abby getting squashed.
"Ok, kids" Carter finally spoke up, reliving Abby from the lump bouncing around on top of her. "Go upstairs and put you stuff away."
Ollie jumped of Abby's lap obediently and charged up the stairs.
"Hi Mum!" came the muffled reply from Bethan from halfway up the stairs, drowned out by clumping footsteps.
Carter looked sympathetically at Abby walked further into the room. He moved Ollie's painting to one side and sat down. "Another one for the freezer then?" Carter laughed.
Abby whacked his arm playfully, clearly telling him she was not in the mood and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Bad day?"
"The worst" Abby complained. "I'd rather not talk about it."
"You look like you need a good rest."
"Yeah, sure" Abby said sarcastically "With 2 kids? You must be joking."
"Go on" Carter encouraged lovingly, helping her to stand up and gently nudging her towards the bottom of the stairs, "Go and lie down and I'll bring you some tea."