The next morning, I awake with the daylight sun shining through the crack in the curtains. Oh how I live lie-ins on the weekend, snuggled up in bed with my darling...
Rolling over, I notice the gap in my bed, the sheets lying limp on the surface of the bed. Sitting up, I lean over so I have a slight view of the en suite bathroom. No sign of Carter. I slip out of bed, hitching up my nightdress at the front, and starting on my way downstairs. But from looking at the kitchen from the banisters, there is clearly no human life downstairs. Deciding otherwise, I head into Leah's room, thinking maybe she'd know where her Dad is.
"Mum!" She wails, exiting the screen on her laptop, from where she sits at her desk. Why is she so addicted to the internet?
"Where's your Dad?" I ask, sitting on her bed even though she continues to give me a death stare.
"How would I know?"
I laugh. "Oh yeah, you wouldn't, because you spend all your time in your room wasting time on your laptop. I completely forgot."
She sticks her tongue out at me as I get up and walk back to the door. Wow, it's the first time she hasn't got a witty response to reply with. Maybe I'm getting somewhere with the sarcasm.
"Now leave me in peace so I can socialise." She eventually says, opening up a screen reading 'Make your own blog'.
"Blogs, eh?" I muse.
"Go away Mum."
Ignoring her remark, I trudge out of her room and head to Ben's room. Maybe he'll know where Carter is on a Saturday morning, when he should be in bed next to me.