02-21-2019, 11:51 PM
It had been a challenging morning as mornings went. First was the fight to get out of bed, then the fight to change. What to wear at least was simple as schools thankfully universally wore uniforms.
“Have you brushed your hair?” For the third time. Danya knew she had not as the child emerged from the hall with a rat’s nest atop her head. She felt more than heard the scowl and was answered not by words but by a stomping retreat back down the hall. Danya did smirk as she stirred the eggs. “Sweetie, please bring mommy her wallet when you’re done.” Damn it if she’d left it in the bathroom and Zara had just turned on the latest annoying song all the kids kept on infinite repeat. She could have sworn she’d deleted it from the playlist.
Eggs on the table in a bowl, plates...English muffin, turkey bacon, juice, milk… Demon-child emerged, hair perfectly brushed...except the back where it looked like the girl had spent all night scratching with a balloon. Danya kept the sigh in as she accepted her wallet with thanks. She checked it as Zara retrieved the silverware and napkins as was her responsibility, since carpool sometimes ran a little late. Because children. Ivan had sent a message. Their daughter was still stomping around and slamming drawers and cabinets which earned her a warning in the form of her name in ‘mom voice.’ That corrected the behavior for now. Danya barely had to think before firing back a text. “Sure, come now to catch breakfast. Fair warning of household grumpiness.” Danya attached a sound file of the song, ‘Bad Seed Rising,’ and hit send. Well, every moment of parenthood wasn’t sunshine and butterflies.
“Have you brushed your hair?” For the third time. Danya knew she had not as the child emerged from the hall with a rat’s nest atop her head. She felt more than heard the scowl and was answered not by words but by a stomping retreat back down the hall. Danya did smirk as she stirred the eggs. “Sweetie, please bring mommy her wallet when you’re done.” Damn it if she’d left it in the bathroom and Zara had just turned on the latest annoying song all the kids kept on infinite repeat. She could have sworn she’d deleted it from the playlist.
Eggs on the table in a bowl, plates...English muffin, turkey bacon, juice, milk… Demon-child emerged, hair perfectly brushed...except the back where it looked like the girl had spent all night scratching with a balloon. Danya kept the sigh in as she accepted her wallet with thanks. She checked it as Zara retrieved the silverware and napkins as was her responsibility, since carpool sometimes ran a little late. Because children. Ivan had sent a message. Their daughter was still stomping around and slamming drawers and cabinets which earned her a warning in the form of her name in ‘mom voice.’ That corrected the behavior for now. Danya barely had to think before firing back a text. “Sure, come now to catch breakfast. Fair warning of household grumpiness.” Danya attached a sound file of the song, ‘Bad Seed Rising,’ and hit send. Well, every moment of parenthood wasn’t sunshine and butterflies.