|NC2-Quality Time (standard:other, 980 words)|
|Author: Kittykat||Added: Jun 07 2005||Views/Reads: 1928/1213||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|“Mom! She hit me!” Brian, my nine year old, yells. “He hit me first!” six year old, Samantha retaliates. I am in the middle of a turning point in the new story I’m writing and am trying to concentrate. I only need a few more moments to get my t|
“Mom! She hit me!” Brian, my nine year old, yells. “He hit me first!” six year old, Samantha retaliates. I am in the middle of a turning point in the new story I'm writing and am trying to concentrate. I only need a few more moments to get my thoughts out before they disappear... “Mom, she did it again!!” I straighten my fingers over the keyboard and take a deep breath. “Give me just a minute to finish this and I'll take care of it.” Two seconds later Samantha runs to my side crying something about a stick. “OKAY!!” I yell, “OKAY!!!” I hit the save button and close all the open windows on the computer screen. Their dad is sitting on the couch as if he didn't hear a thing. I give him a kick and said, “Get the lawn mower ready, Brian needs something to do.” “YAA!! I want to do it, I want to do it!!” he yells. At the same time... “What about me?” Samantha says while jumping up and down, “What about me?” “Just what I want to do on my day off,” Dad grumbles as he kicks the recliner footrest under the chair. It's the day after the 4th of July and the factory is closed for the week. “We can set up the tent in the backyard for a sleepover outside. Samantha, go get that thing to blow up the mattress from the closet and I'll meet you in the backyard.” As I go out the front door, I glance at my husband and say, “They're bored and need something to do. Spend half an hour with them and they'll be set for a while. They can play in the tent getting it ready for bedtime." As we go outside, Dad bringing up the rear, I can hear him grumbling to himself. He drags the lawn mower out of the shed and I grab the bag with the tent from its resting place on the shelf. I hand Brian the bag and he scurries around back while I grab the inflatable mattress and Dad fills the mower with gas. While cradling the small machine like a kitten, Samantha drags the cord of the electric air pump to the back yard. Brian runs back to the shed and watches while Dad gets the weed eater ready. They decide to start mowing in the back so the tent can be set up. Brian pulls the cord of the lawn mower trying to start it. Dad has the weed eater, I can tell the T.V. is calling him by the way he carries the grass trimmer. “Mom look!” Brian yells. “I can start the lawn mower all by myself!” Four pulls later I go back to work on the tent, pulling it out of the bag. “Mom, watch!!” Dad impatiently moves around to the side yard as he cuts an even edging around the house. “I'm trying to put the tent up. Do you need help?” I look back in his direction. “No, I can start it myself. Watch!!” Brian pulls it half a dozen more times and it finally starts. “See, I did it!!” Click here to read the rest of this story (59 more lines)
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