The lady was still wearing her bathrobe, with curlers in her hair. She looked tired, setting the milk and bread on the table. She was talking to her daughter, who looked like she was about five years or so, with cute little pig tails that were still mussed up from a night's sleep. She said, "Mommy, I just finished my chores. "I just bought a dozen eggs, can you be a dear and get me two out of the refrigerator?" the lady said to the little girl. The lady moved over to the sink, and pulled back the curtains to let the rising sun in to the kitchen. A Federal Express truck drove by, rattling the dishes in the cupboard. That reminded her, the fare for the express bus to work from the suburbs where they lived to downtown went up thirty cents. Her next door neighbor was sitting on the back porch, which sort of faced her kitchen window, smoking a cigarette. "Filthy habit," she thought to herself, as she turned back to the eggs her daughter had brought her.
The lady turned to the stove, finished cooking breakfast for her daughter. As she was cooking the eggs, watching the runny yellow mixture turn into a solid yellow white mixture, she started planning out her day in her head. She wanted to go to the mall, returning her daughter's new shirt...it was too small. She looked at her hair in the mirror hanging over the sink. "My hair needs to be trimmed and styled...its overdue," she thought as she made a mental note to call her stylist right after breakfast. The morning newspaper hit the front door with a thunk. "I wish the paperboy put it on the driveway, he's knocking the paint off the front door," she thought to herself. "He hits that door every day, not like its a one time occurrence." She turned to her daughter sitting there, eating her eggs. "Here, let's put a little pepper on top. Daddy had better get ready to go pretty soon. Can you remind him not to leave his business report, he'll need that for his meeting today. Okay, hun?" The little girl sat there quietly, nodding back.
The stove started smoking. The sausage was starting to stick to the skillet, and smoking. She took the skillet off the burner, and put it on the back burner. "Darn." She looked up, and outside the kitchen window, a huge Doberman was making his rounds, hiking his leg on her favorite rose bush. "That dumb dog is going to get it...he is using my rose bush." It almost killed it off last year...turning the leaves a strange brown color, before she caught him. She needed to get some moth balls to bury in the mulch around them....putting moth balls on the shopping list.
"Well, Mommy has to get ready. Do you think you can tell Daddy when he comes down that Mommy has to do her morning routine. Did you brush your teeth last night? She looked at a chart hanging on the refrigerator, putting a magic marker star on a tiny square when the little girl nodded her head. "Good Girl." She had to get ready."Mommy and you are going to go shopping this morning. We have to go to the bank first, to put the dividend check from American Telegraph into our shopping fund. Maybe that will add enough variation to our daily lives to keep us girls out of trouble."