Post by Dingo on Apr 30, 2007 8:46:21 GMT -5
The morning had started off just like every morning. From her vantage point beneath Nathan's bed, she watched Evan stretch and wake slowly, then deviosuly, the towheaded child would creep to the foot of his bed and pounce upon Dylan, who would yell so loudly that it would scare Nathan awake, and the triumverate would be complete.
Typically, Trinity made it out of the room before the three could notice her, and smother her with good mornings....today, however, she was a bit sluggish, and the pummeling of hugs and kisses and pats commenced. Three year old gibberish is draining first thing in the morning. As the triplets set off to don severely mismatched outfits, Trin made her way down the hall to the baby's room, poking her nose in the door to peek at the still sleeping bundle of pink. With the boys awake, if was only a matter of minutes, and with David at work and Maggie still asleep, that left this 'wonderpup' to get breakfast.
Her nails clicked across the linoleum of the kitchen, it was one of her favorite sounds, trivial as it was. Tugging open the refrigerator with the dishcloth threaded through the handle, she braced her paws on the bottom shelf to reach one of Molly's bottles. Nudging the door shut, she made her way back upstairs where Nathan was wearing overalls without a shirt, one sandal, one sneaker, Dylan was wearing his shirt backwards with sneakers, but no socks, and a severe lack of pants, and Evan was still wandering about in his spiderman underpants....A dog's work was never done in this house. Slipping into Molly's room, where the infant was just starting to pull herself to a standing position, Trin pushed the bottle through the bars of the crib. That should keep her busy for a bit. Now to wake up Maggie.
It was like a whirlwind, Maggie would get up, throw her hands in the air when she saw what the boys thought they would wear to preschool and redress them, then scoop up Molly, who would be done with her bottle by now, change her diaper and clothes, then rush downstairs to make breakfast so she could shower and dress to get the boys to school and Molly to the sitter so she could go to her job as a receptionist at the dentist's office.
Every morning was just about the same, but it seemed Mondays were always the worst. When, at last, the silver minivan drove off down the street, a chorus of Old MacDonald in its wake, Trinity set off the opposite direction. She'd been so busy lately, she'd hardly had time to check in at the fort. This morning however, so self absorbed in her own little world, the golden/lab mutt walked head on into a much larger dog meandering down the sidewalk the opposite way.
"Oh, I- excuse me, I'm sorry, wasn't watching where I wa-....I'm sorry, are you alright?"
Typically, Trinity made it out of the room before the three could notice her, and smother her with good mornings....today, however, she was a bit sluggish, and the pummeling of hugs and kisses and pats commenced. Three year old gibberish is draining first thing in the morning. As the triplets set off to don severely mismatched outfits, Trin made her way down the hall to the baby's room, poking her nose in the door to peek at the still sleeping bundle of pink. With the boys awake, if was only a matter of minutes, and with David at work and Maggie still asleep, that left this 'wonderpup' to get breakfast.
Her nails clicked across the linoleum of the kitchen, it was one of her favorite sounds, trivial as it was. Tugging open the refrigerator with the dishcloth threaded through the handle, she braced her paws on the bottom shelf to reach one of Molly's bottles. Nudging the door shut, she made her way back upstairs where Nathan was wearing overalls without a shirt, one sandal, one sneaker, Dylan was wearing his shirt backwards with sneakers, but no socks, and a severe lack of pants, and Evan was still wandering about in his spiderman underpants....A dog's work was never done in this house. Slipping into Molly's room, where the infant was just starting to pull herself to a standing position, Trin pushed the bottle through the bars of the crib. That should keep her busy for a bit. Now to wake up Maggie.
It was like a whirlwind, Maggie would get up, throw her hands in the air when she saw what the boys thought they would wear to preschool and redress them, then scoop up Molly, who would be done with her bottle by now, change her diaper and clothes, then rush downstairs to make breakfast so she could shower and dress to get the boys to school and Molly to the sitter so she could go to her job as a receptionist at the dentist's office.
Every morning was just about the same, but it seemed Mondays were always the worst. When, at last, the silver minivan drove off down the street, a chorus of Old MacDonald in its wake, Trinity set off the opposite direction. She'd been so busy lately, she'd hardly had time to check in at the fort. This morning however, so self absorbed in her own little world, the golden/lab mutt walked head on into a much larger dog meandering down the sidewalk the opposite way.
"Oh, I- excuse me, I'm sorry, wasn't watching where I wa-....I'm sorry, are you alright?"