I went in for my interview on Monday and now it is Friday at six in the morning. The kids are still sleep, the coffee is brewing and my nerves are shaking. The city is beginning to wake up, the chatter is beginning to pick up and the car horns are sound off.
I lay in my bed wide awake, eyes bulging out of my sockets staring up at the roof nervous as hell and sleep deprived due tot he lack of sleep I got last night. Through the grapevine, I heard that there was highly qualified applicants who applied and that Harry was having a difficult time picking a person for the spot. However deep down I feel as if that is all a facade, the thought of not being picked still slightly worries me but nonetheless I do feel quite confident. In the past Harry wasn't really one to pick a person if he knew them, he was the type top go for skill and qualifications rather than just picking a friend or someone he knew well enough. He was more of the fair type of guy, something that could be good and bad thing.
As I lay silently in my bed, I hear tiny feet pad against the hardwood in the hallway and my door creaking open. "Pres, shh!" Aaliyah quietly scolds her brother and I hear a faint smack, most likely Aaliyah hitting Preston on the arm like always. The room goes silent once again but a few moments later I feel the end of the bed dip down and tiny hands touching my legs. Aaliyah and Preston find there way into my bed, under the sheet and snuggle into my arms.
I harshly squeeze them both and kiss their foreheads. "Good morning you little monsters." They both let out loud giggles and sit up. "We want food." I sit up in between them and run and a hand over my face. "Did you brush your teeth and make your beds?" I receive blank stares.
"Go do that and put your school clothes on. Breakfast should be ready by then." My two kids skip out of the room and towards their rooms. I lay back down in my bed having an odd feeling of loneliness over come my entire being. I had never pictured myself being single with two kids at the age of only twenty-one, no one did for that matter. Everyone always thought that Harry and I would end up together, so when we didn't everyone was shocked.
I slowly rise from my bed and stretch my arms. My feet swing over to the floor and I slip my pink fuzzy slippers on and make my way into the bathroom. After throwing my hair into a messy bun, brushing my teeth and using the bathroom I make my way into the kitchen and pour two bowls of frosted flakes and fix my coffee. One after the other the kids come racing into the kitchen to see who can reach their seat first. "I win!" Preston victoriously shouts with a fist in the air. Aaliyah, being a twenty year old in a five year olds body, rolls her eyes, crosses her arms across her chest and angles one leg out. "Racing is for little kids, Preston. I'm too mature for your silly games." He lets out an annoyed scoff and climbs into her chair.
I watch as Preston's gaze drops from me to his cereal and a pout sets on his plump pink lips. As he eats his food he sniffles quietly from time to time and hear quiet chokes leave past his lips. I turn around and see he's full on crying while Aaliyah proudly sits next to him with a wide smile set on her face. "Aaliyah, tell your brother your sorry."
She groans and shakes her head. "I did nothing, Mommy. Why?" I purse my lips into a straight line and my eyes narrow in her direction. "Because I said so, now apologize." I watch as she crosses her feet beneath the table and looks sideways at her brother. "Brother," she places a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at her. "I sorry, only cause mommy makes me be sorry." My nose glares up and my eyebrows furrow together. "Corner, now." She shakes her head and slides her empty cereal bowl over my way. "No mommy. We have to go to school we can't be late." Her ears perk up and an innocent smile covers her face.
I swear this little girl is something else, definitely my child though. I finish off my coffee and place the mug into the sink. "Well, since there is no time for a time out, you won't be getting your snack tonight." Her face drops into a frown and her eyes begin to water. "No mommy, please." Tears spill from her eyes and rolls down her cheeks. "No Aaliyah. Now get your backpacks and get into the car. They hop down from their seats and go into their rooms both in bad moods. Normally when the morning starts with two crying kids, the rest of the day usually takes a turn for the worst and I end of getting a call from the kids teachers and the daycare. As I grab my purse from the couch in the living room, the twins come sulking in dragging their bags behind them. "Alright let's get into the car."
