Babysitting and pizza
A few hours later, Martha plopped down on the coach in Naomi’s living room. The babysitting had gone well, for the most part. Cam and Olivia were adorable, though Martha suspected they’d been on their best behaviour for her. Now the kids were in bed and the ‘grown-ups’ were left. Martha kinda wished she could seek out her bed. Though she liked kids, she didn’t spend that much time with them, and she’d forgotten how absolutely exhausting they could be.
But at least it all went reasonably okay, and Martha liked Naomi a lot better now. She was kind of glad that apparently Erica bumped into Naomi a few days ago. Erica could use some more nice people in her life.
“So. They are pretty energetic, huh?” Martha said with a slow smile.
It’s nearly nine o’clock by the time Olivia’s eyes droop shut and the girls are able to sit down. It’s been a long night, but the kids were better than she had expected them to be and Martha was a big help. Naomi can tell by the way that Martha’s footsteps seem just a bit heavier that the girl’s tired. She can’t blame her- she’d love to just lay down for a nap herself. Closing her eyes, she allows herself a moment or two of rest before opening them once more and glancing around the room. There’s a pizza box sticking out of the trash can and the lemonade had been left out on the counter, and despite the fact that she knows she should put it away, she reckons that a few more minutes of being lazy wouldn’t hurt anyone.
At Martha’s question, Naomi is snapped out of her previous thoughts. “Hm? Oh, yes, that’s for sure,” she said with a small grin. At first she had been unsure of what exactly Martha had said, but after a moment it had seemed to register in her groggy mind.
“So, what’s your verdict? Have the Sparks kids scared you so much that you won’t be visiting any time soon?” This she accentuated with a teasing smile, nudging the girl gently in the ribs.