Savannah stood near the window, her fingers entangled in the fabric of her curtains. Mike always played the same game. She looked down at her sons, wearing their bookbags, eager to visit 'daddy' for the weekend, and felt sad for them. Once again, they were sitting in wait for their father who was, once again, an hour late.
Jake, her oldest son at four, stood up and walked over to her. "I thought you said he was coming?" He looked up at her, his brown eyes begging for an answer that she could not give.
"I know baby. I'm sure he's on his way. Maybe Daddy just got tied up with something."
She watched him walk away, defeated, and sit next to his two year old brother, who contentedly played with his blocks. She sucked her teeth and peered out at the empty street.
Savannah yawned. Today had been a pretty taxing day at work. Her boss, always seeming to need assistance and never being able to find it anywhere else, had bombarded her with requests to look up certain information, compile reports, analyze data.... it was just too much for her to take on in the course of an eight hour day. Badly enough, she had to leave the house an hour early this morning for a meeting that was called the day before.
She sighed into the curtain and closed her eyes. 'So tired,' she mumbled. She'd always dreamed of a picket fence and house full of kids and a husband she would race home after work for. But whoever was granting wishes had obviously not been listening to her's because all she had were the two kids. But she did love being a mother. Nothing would change that.
A honking horn made her jump and she peered out and saw Mike's Honda sitting in her driveway. She turned to the kids, who were sprawled out on the floor.
Savannah closed the curtain and headed over to the door. Snatching it open she smile stiffly at Mike. "Yes?" she asked.
"Stop playing. I'm hear to pick up my kids." He smiled stupidly.
"You mean those kids?" She stepped out the way and pointed over to the boys. Jake was lying on his back with his hands across his chest and Nicholas was curled into a fetal position, his toys sprawled around them.
"Why you let them go to sleep?" he asked, with an attitude. He pulled out his cell phone and looked at the time. "I told you I was coming at one."
'Yeah but it is clearly three o' clock. I would have appreciated a phone call. I may have had something to do." She stared at him, feeling a well of frustration building up inside of her.
"I had something to take care of first. I didn't have time to call you."
"All I want from you, Michael, is a little consideration. Not even just for me, but your children who have been waiting for you for an hour. It's not fair to them."
"Whatever," he mumbled. "You gonna let me take them or what?"
"It's up to you. I don't make decisions for you Mike. If you want them, you can surely have them for the day. Maybe you should even let them stay the night with you."
Mike looked away. "I can't. I have something to do later."
"Okay. Just call me when you on your way."
"Why? You got a hot date?" He winked his eye.
"See you guys later." she kissed her boys on their foreheads and waved bye to them. Without giving Mike's comment a second glance, she closed the door and retreated to her bedroom. Sighing, she stretched her weary body across the comforter and closed her eyes. All she needed was five minutes.