Moyra pushed the pram down the street past the shops all displaying their respective yuletide decorations.
In the pram slept her two young babies, a year or so apart but fulltime work and she was sleep deprived and irrational, and she knew it.
Right now, was a period of respite for her. Her husband, Yul, was at work as he needed to work to earn enough to support his growing family. It was a good thing they loved one another as otherwise, life would be intolerable.
She tried to ignore the colourful displays around her and felt ok about the fact she was not able to decorate her house like her neighbours as her two were still too young to appreciate Christmas.
As it was Saturday afternoon most of the shops were shut, but traffic still buzzed around her. She speculated as to where they were going wistfully thinking of she and her husband taking the afternoon to enjoy themselves. Going out with her husband was not an option nowadays with two demanding children to deal with.
She reached the traffic lights and stood waiting for them to change. As she stood there watching the cars and trucks pass her by a wedding car passed her by and before she knew it she blurted out: “You’ll be sorry.”
Embarrassed by her outburst, she looked around to see if anyone had heard. She asked herself did she really mean it? At this moment in time she did. It was hard and exhausting work even though she knew it wouldn’t last forever.
As she approached home, she decided to dig out the old Christmas decorations her mother had given her and make an effort to smarten up the house. She was sure Yul would appreciate the gesture after all he had promised her a Christmas tree one year.