Project (1D) Family

Chapter 8 - Sleep Day

8. Chapter Eight – Sleepy day

I had the biggest sense of déjà vu – because yet again, someone was bouncing on me. A smaller someone, sure, but still a someone.

Thump! Yep, Harry fell out of the bed. I guess someone was bouncing on him, too – ouch! Yep, now they were on me. I groaned.

“Gerroff.”

“MUMMY WAKE UP!”

“Sh, it’s early.”

“NO THE MICROWAVE SAYS 8 DOT-DOT 4 3.”

“You have a loud voice. Why don’t you guys have a bath,” I yawned. I was desperate for ideas.

“Go get some clothes and Daddy will run you a bath,” Harry suggested. They ran off, but I remembered too late – yep, squeals and yells.

“Louis,” I mumbled, going to his room. “Stop jumping on Zayn. Quietly get clothes and walk to the bathroom.”

“Gracie, leave your sister alone. Quietly get clothes and walk to the bathroom.” Yes I repeated myself. Now I know why all the people on those Mommy blogs whinge so much. Luckily she did as she was told, running with an outfit. Okay, I had asked her to walk but really, it didn’t matter. Wait – it was one of our house rules!

“Grace, don’t run - remember our house rules?”

“SORRY!”

“Inside voice!”

I looked at Darcy, who  pouted.

“This is the second day in a row the she woke me up!”

“I know baby, but I can’t think of – hang on, I have to go talk to Dad.” I rushed out of the room, still in my pyjama shorts and tank top, into our bedroom where Harry was making my bed.

“I’ve had an idea,” I gasped. “Two actually. The twins share rooms; and we push our beds together, along with one of the ones in the basement, to make one huge triple.”

“Good idea, Lil!” He scooped me up and twirled around; laughing I hummed some random tune. Until the younger twins, naked and soaking wet, decided to run in from the bath and crash tackle us. I immediately grabbed the slippery Gracie and carried her back to the tub; Louis and Harry followed.

“Do I have to stand here and watch you guys?” I asked. Harry nodded and left, but I stayed to keep an eye on them. Soon enough they were chattering away.

“No you’re stupid,” Louis said.

“Louis! That’s mean, do you want a timeout?”

“No – Aargh!” Grace had splashed water in his eyes. He splashed back and before I knew it they were engaged in an full scale war.

“Guys, stop it!” They ignored me, so I pulled the plug out and let the water drain, calling for Harry. He arrived fully dressed, and when I explained the situation he wrapped Louis in a towel and carried him downstairs; I followed with Grace. We had put chairs in strategic places around the house; Louis was sat in one that was at one end of the living room, Grace at the other.

“I’ll make breakfast while you get changed,” Harry suggested. I ran upstairs, into Harry and I’s bathroom and jumped in the shower. Well, first I jumped on the bed but then remembered that I was supposed to be a parent and responsible. I put on a comfy ensemble and went to check on the other kids: Niall was trying to sleep, Liam was actually asleep, Zayn was on his laptop and Darcy was reading a book. Back downstairs, Harry was talking to the little twins.

“You two are in time out – this means that you do not get up and run around or talk. You stay quietly in your chair for six minutes.” I went into the kitchen, where he had tried to make a pancake batter. At least, he had some ingredients for it.