Morning With The MacDonald's

Leaves rustling in a light breeze woke Mar up from a deep sleep.  As usual she was unconscious one second, and fully awake the next, there was never any transition for Mar, no sleepy realization that she should slowly swim to the surface of her mind before discovering that she was fully awake.  "Zero to sixty," her mother always used to say.  That was true then, and true today all these years later. She watched as dappled sunlight spackled the wall across the room creating a movie to match the windy sounds. 

Mar snuggled further into her cocoon of fleece and down enjoying the moment of peace.  "Mommy, I'm hungry."  And there goes the peace. 

"Mommy are you ever going to get out of bed?" her youngest one asked, creases still lining her face from her pillow. 

"Go get mommy a cup of coffee, no sugar, just a little bit of cream.  And while your at it I'd like two eggs soft poached and rye bread toasted and lightly buttered."

Both children looked at her with wide eyes, their small bud lips round with surprise.  "But mommy," Adele said, uncertainty making her pause. "I fought we wasn't alloweded in the kitchen wif out you?"

Mar looked at her children and giggled, she pulled both into her arms and snuggled them under the sheets with her, their little warm bodies twining themselves around her arms and waist.  "Mommy was just kidding," she said breathing in the sweet scent of their hair. 

"Silly mommy," Niala said. "Can I watch my show?"

Mar groaned.  "No show, not until its time."  She could see the protest starting to form on that little pink mouth.  "I think I see the tickle monster," she said. 

Both children shrieked with delight and the bed became a stormy sea in the midst of the calm room.  All three were still laughing when Mar led them into the bathroom where they showered together and sang the "Tug Boat" song until everyone was shampooed and squeaky clean. 

Mar was just tying up Niala's robe when, Adam, their Labrador retriever walked into the room.  "Bailey called while you were in the shower," he said.  "He'll be here by eleven to pick the girls up."

"Great," Mar muttered.  As usual, Bailey the coward, had to get the dog to do his dirty work for him.