A story of Family, Friends and a Shit load of problems!

Chapter 2

Sarah’s Prov.

I usually took my sister-in-laws kids around 9 on Saturdays, but given that this was Angel, I probably wouldn’t be seeing any sign of them for at least another half hour. Its not like she lived far away, it was only across the god damned street. Still, couldn’t say a bad word about Angel.

My husband, Sam, lay across the couch with the kids watching early morning cartoons. Some classics if I dare say so. ‘Biker mice from mars’, ‘Teenage mutant ninja turtles’ and also ‘Tom and Jerry’, one I knew was a personal favourite of Sam’s.

My sandy haired son, Ryan sat on his daddy’s stomach while my mysterious daughter, Kayla,sat cross-legged on the floor with a box of crackers. Watching my family in this picturesque scene made me forget all the times that I just wanted to kill them, like when Ryan spilt grape juice on the new carpet or when Sam put on a load of white washing but left a red bra in along with them, now all my lace panties and his boxers are a rosé shade of pink. Despite all of this I remained a good mother and a good wife, even if I was harsh sometimes but there was nothing wrong with a little tough love.

I sniffed the air and suddenly realised that my pancakes were burning in the toaster. I wasn’t a fantastic cook by any means but even I thought I could at least get toast right. Sighing, I lifted the charred circular remains of my pancakes from the hellish pits of the toaster and smothered them in raspberry jam.

“I thought I smelt smoke.” Sam stood over my shoulder, a mug of coffee In his right hand.

I narrowed my eyes and fixed him with my ‘Don’t-even-fucking-try-it’ stare, but he just fixed me with a goofy grin.

“I’m sorry Sarah, I wasn’t judging your cooking. Honest.” He placed his mug in the sink and pecked me on the cheek, “Besides, I hear that burnt pancakes is very nutritious.”

Laughing, I pushed him away from me but was dragged backwards into his arms. He kissed me passionately before releasing me to eat my ‘nutritious’ breakfast.

The clock chimed 9:30 as I sat down in the living room and right on cue, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” I said, although this was quite pointless as Sam was taking his morning pee in the bathroom and really couldn’t answer it anyway.

“Sarah! Sorry I’m late again, Cobain lost his rabbit and Dana couldn’t find her sneakers.” Angel sighed.

“They were in the basement, beside the washing machine!” Dana smiled up at me before dancing glee-fully into the living room.

“Here let me take Cobain for you. And that baby-bag.”

Angel handed me her son and the blue baby bag. She sighed heavily, brushing her dark hair from her face.

“I would love to stop for tea Sarah, but I had better get to work. I have a deadline to meet by the end of this week for 2 articles and I have a painting that I would like to get finished.”

I allowed her to go with out a fuss. Angel was a great woman but she pushed herself to hard and even though she was, at that present time, a freelance journalist and freelance artist she often smothered by articles and drawings. Even when she was pregnant with Cobain, she kept working until the very hour she got her first contractions.

Dean, her husband, was the polar opposite. He didn’t like going to work every day and as soon as six o’clock came, he was out of his father’s garage like a bullet.

Cobain struggled in my arms, rocking from side to side trying to find freedom. I set him down on the floor beside Dana and Kayla, trusting that they could look after while I ate my breakfast, which had by then gone completely cold.

Sam, meanwhile, remerged from the bathroom.

“Hey guys! I was just thinking! How about we go to the park today and play a game of soccer?”

I sighed and pondered over why I ever agreed to having kids.