saturday morning cartoons | ella & tyler
For once in her entire existence (or living in Naperville, at least), Ella woke up to a completely silent Saturday morning. Usually it was Archie making a ruckus about how he had practice and Mia was up and running amuck; occasionally it was a drunk lady friend of Auggie’s stumbling into her room as she mistaked it for a bathroom; it was sometimes even the fucking pig finding its way in (Bobbi thought her cat needed a friend to sleep with).
But this Saturday? Nothing.
It was slightly alarming.
She slid her robe on up over her floral pjs and padded out of her room, down the hall and down the stairs before she finally heard it; the unmistakeable sounds of the television from the living room followed by the sounds of Mia and a still unidentified other source of laughter at whatever they happened to be watching.
Ella rounded the corner, only to spot Tyler’s idiotic head of hair poking out over top of the couch, sticking up every which way, Mia’s own tousled blonde bouncing as she stood up on the couch and laughed beside him. She rolled her eyes and tugged her robe tight before clearing her throat and making her way past them into the open layout towards the kitchen.
“So is Archie charging you rent yet, or what?” she looked pointedly at the much older child, brushing Mia’s hair softly as she passed. “And does he know that Mia’s out of bed? And that you’re pigging out on Bobbi’s cocoa pebbles??” Ella, for once, couldn’t really complain. Mia’s sleeping schedule usually ranged from 3am to 5am with a 6 hour nap during the day or usually no sleep at all – and if Mia wanted to bug Tyler at 7am to watch Saturday morning cartoons, then you wouldn’t hear Ella complaining.
She stuck her usual coffee in the kuerig and stood at the island overlooking the living room as she waited for it to brew. “Power Rangers, Tyler? Really?”
