"Leah! Ben! It’s dinner!” I shout upstairs, whilst dishing out the spaghetti into four bowls and slopping a pile of sauce on top.
Dodging the sharp corner of the kitchen counter, I weave between the chairs scattered about the dining table and slide the bowls into their usual spots. Leah at the far end. Me next to Leah. Ben the other side of me. It’s a routine. A routine that guarantee’s there’s no arguments between the kids. Well, most of the time.
“I’ll get the cheese!”
Looking over my shoulder I see Ben racing for the fridge, arms outstretched. “Be careful you don’t slip!”
He freezes to stare at me, before continuing the beeline to the fridge. I’ve never understood the way Ben thinks, and to be honest, I don’t think I ever will.
“Leah!” I call, again, walking to the beginning of the stairs thinking that maybe she didn’t hear me the first time.
But of course she did.
Sighing, I stomp up the stairs and fly straight into her room.
“Did you not hear me the first time, or are you too busy wrapped up in…”
I pause. I’m staring at the computer screen next to Leah.
“Who are you talking to?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
She immediately slams the laptop shut and rolls her eyes. “No one, Mum.”
“Well you better be downstairs in five minutes or I’m turning off the wifi,” I warn her.
From downstairs I hear a muted shout from Ben. “You can’t do that!”
“No Mum, you can’t,” Leah laughs, a smug grin plastered across her face as she pushes past me and heads downstairs.
First of all, I need to teach that young lady some manners.
And second of all, I can do what the hell I want.