The Misadventures of a Playground Mother by Christie Barlow

Author:Christie Barlow [Barlow, Christie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-910751-31-2
Publisher: Bookouture

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It was the night before the holiday and all four children were bathed, hair washed, wearing their PJs, and ready for an early night. Each one of them was excited; willing that tomorrow would come sooner. Tomorrow our holiday would start, the holiday with the Kensingtons. The children seemed unperturbed, yet Matt and I were both anxious; we could only hope the next two weeks were not going to be as bad as we anticipated. The children’s clothes were set out in little piles at the foot of the bed ready for the morning. I packed a small rucksack for each of them filled with books, games and colouring pens for the flight. Next to their rucksacks lay a small wheelie case each with the minimal amount of clothes; just a new swimsuit each, change of clothes in case of any spillages on the flight and a cap and sunglasses. I didn’t envy any families at the airport with tired crying children trying to manoeuvre suitcases around winding belted areas, running over people's feet and forever hurling them back upright once toppled over due to the excessive weight. We were lucky we didn’t need any luggage except our hand luggage on the short flight to our second home.

We settled down on the sofa with a bottle of wine once all the children were sound asleep in their beds. I lay my legs over Matt’s knees while he poured us a couple of glasses of wine. Thoughts were running through my head, I really needed this holiday, since I’d began my running regime I’d begun to feel a little drained and tired really quickly. Putting it down to the excess calories I was burning no matter what the next two weeks had in store for us, I was determined to rest and enjoy myself with my family. Matt and I clinked our glasses ‘Here’s to a happy holiday,’ I laughed.

‘I think there’s only one thing we can do over the next two weeks and that’s to try and make the best of the situation,’ I said.

‘Maybe we are misjudging the Kensingtons, for all we know they may the best holiday companions one could hope for,’ grinned Matt.

‘Do you really believe that?’

‘Of course I don’t!’

We both laughed then, and took a sip of our wine.

‘We will need buckets of patience.’

‘I know, but let’s hope they surprise us and the next two weeks run smoothly.’

‘Yes, fingers crossed. What could possibly go wrong?’ I joked.

We both raised our eyebrows at each other and then cuddled down on the sofa.

‘Well, let’s hope they have done the right thing in getting back together for the sake of the children and lets pray to God Little Jonny doesn’t disappoint them and he secures his place at Oxford,’ Matt laughed.

The landline rang; Matt placed his wine glass on the table and reached out to pick up the receiver. After saying hello, he began mouthing at me like a demented fish, pointing at the telephone informing me it was Penelope.

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