Laura really needs to take an evening off to treat herself and relax in a deep bubble bath, surrounded by the warm glow of scented candles and the sound of silence.
Laura’s husband, Brian’s guttural snore has kept her up all night. At 5am on Monday morning she falls asleep. But not for long.
7am. Laura’s radio alarm goes off full blast – one of the kids must have cranked up the volume as a prank – and Dylan, the family Doberman, leaps on to the bed, collapsing in a heap upon Laura’s weary body. A well-slept Brian has already left for work.
Having wrestled off Dylan, Laura gets up and throws on her dressing gown. She heads out on to the landing, where she stumbles barefoot on to a clutter of Lego blocks. The pain shoots up her leg. Laura peels a Lego block from the bottom of her foot and makes her way downstairs.
Her four kids – aged six, nine, thirteen and fifteen – are running wild. Having pushed her way through the chaos, Laura finally makes it to the kitchen to find a war zone of bowls, spoons, cereal boxes, and spilt milk strewn across the counters and the floor.
Laura decides to make some toast. Someone’s played with the toaster settings, and her toast is cremated. She opens the fridge for milk to make coffee, only to find an empty plastic bottle.
The kids are watching TV and amusing themselves, so Laura jumps in the shower. A shock of icy water sprays down on her as she turns the tap and there are no dry towels.
Having organised and packed the kids off to school, Laura heads to work. She arrives at the office to find mountains of paperwork, phones ringing off the hook, and non stop demands coming at her. She doesn’t stop all day.
Arriving home from work, Laura prepares a lovely meal for her kids and herself – Brian is working late. Her kids have been scoffing sweets and guzzling fizzy drinks, and none of them can manage a forkful. Then the youngest is sick all over the table.
With the kids in bed, Laura is still cleaning the sick from the table, pulling wrappers from beneath the sofa, and trying to scrub the spilt Coke from the white carpet. She then finally sits down to relax, but it’s already 11pm.
As she gets in to bed, she starts to doze off, when Brian comes in, clambers in to bed and begins to snore in her ear.
Laura lies there wide awake once more. She longs to come home to a deep bath, surrounded with soothing scented candles, and a glass of wine waiting for her. She yawns. ‘Pfft. As if that will happen.’
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