I did manage to get some sleep, but only for a little while. I was awoken early by the sounds of Madi and Darren making their way out to work, the front door has to be slammed shut or the most delicate breeze will open it wide. I decided to get up and dressed but when I came downstairs to make myself some breakfast I was greeted by a few lonely piles of dirty clothes. The pair of them must have been in a rush this morning so I decided to gather the rest of it and put it on for a wash.
I had thrown the clothes in for a normal wash, they'd probably be done in about an hour or so. I wasn't meeting my client's guardian until lunch and thought I could spend the few hours I have painting. I was so busy cleaning up the mess Madi and Darren had left that I hadn't hear my mum's feeble knocks on the door and just as I lifted my paintbrush she gave up and let herself in.
I'm not going to lie, I had completely forgotten about her visit since I had been so busy doing nothing all week, or so it seemed, so it was a surprise to see her. It had been a while since I had visited her last so I guess this time she took it upon herself to visit me instead, regardless I was happy for a while.
She gave me one of those legendary hugs that only a mum could give and I thought that nothing could ruin the serene moment we were having, not even my mysterious worrying phase. Then she spoke;
"Have you had any breakfast yet, dear?"
"You know, Rochelle, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!"
She droned on while she was preparing some delicious pancakes; I tried to help her but when it comes to the Kitchen I am clueless. She tried to reassure me "practice makes perfect" but I guess she meant "proper practice makes perfect". It's always a disaster waiting to happen when I try to prepare a meal - if I don't burn it and ruin the pots and pans then I've gone and dropped it.
During breakfast my worries were basically none-existent - I hadn't a care in the world - or so it seemed. It was short-lived because right after I had finished eating the Washing Machine had leaked water all over the floor, I guess I should have put all those clothes on at a "delicate" wash... I'm most certainly not the Domestic Goddess, if that role isn't filled by my mum then my sister is sure to take her place.
While I mopped up the floor my mum took it upon herself to hang out the wet clothes on the line instead of just tossing them in the Dryer, like I would have done. She was still outside hanging up the clothes slowly, one by one. I thought it would be the best time to ask for her advice since she always has the right words to say but just before I could get a word in my watch started beeping - It was already 11 O'clock and time to head out to work.
Just as I had said good-bye I was already saying "Hello" to another. To my convenience my client only lived two doors down from me and so it was just a short walk away, I was greeted at the door by, whom I can presume to be the little boy's guardian, "Amelia" his grandma.
At first she seemed very eager that I had arrived at her house after a week of working away and she invited me in to discuss the renovation. The moment was about to be turned on its head when she finds out it's the complete opposite and I'm barely passed stage one...
She invites me into her living room but I don't take a seat, we both stand close to the door (for a swift exit perhaps?) and she begins by telling me how excited she is to see the room designs and of course I have to pain-stakingly tell her that my plans are not yet finished, she is not pleased one bit and I grimace at her reaction. She is borderline furious with me but for her dignity's sake I think she held it back.
She reluctantly allows me to inspect the young boy's room the way it is and to take the measurements I need but of course she is breathing down my next the entire way.
When I enter the room I can immediately see why the little boy is so happy to be getting a new room. It looks like the lad has inherited the room from his sister or even his mum from when she was a child. The room is designed for that of a little girl, not a growing lad! The only thing the boy could be remotely happy about is the pirate themed toy chest sitting next to his bed.
The room is filled with clutter but seems rather bare and empty, white walls and a wooden floor doesn't spark the imagination of a seven year old and already I'm making plans for something great. I thank Amelia for being so patient with me and quickly leave the house, before she changes her mind about bottling up her anger with me.
When I get back the place is completely empty, my mum must have toddled off back home and my sister doesn't seem to be back from work yet so I set about getting to work right away. When I make it up the final step and get inside my sister is waiting for me there... (sigh)
She is clearly here for a reason but I don't acknowledge her all too much as my priorities are elsewhere. She begins by rambling on about her day at work and how sorting out the mail stressed her out when she has to sort out the bills for the house, she just went on and on with the nagging.
"Why are you even in here?"... I think to myself.
Then she did something I wasn't expecting, she walked over to my sketching table, took the pencil out of my hand and dragged me up to my feet and she just stared at me right in the eyes with a determined look on her face.
At first we both just stood in silence, it was hard to avert her soul invading stare, I couldn't even speak, all I could manage was a strange muttering sound to break the silence. Right then she interrupted me and blurted out something and very loudly might I add;
"I am Pregnant."
At first I didn't know what to say, I just stood in shock.
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