Delilah wakes up only a few minutes before her three year old daughter wanders out of her room rubbing her eyes.
“Good morning, missus, what do you want for breakfast?” she was planning on laying on the couch and taking a quick nap but now the kid is up.
“Bacon.” She smiles and climbs onto the couch with her stuffed duck that, even now, is bigger than her.
“Bacon it is.” Delilah grabs a few eggs, bacon and sausages from the fridge. She takes a glance at the clock on the microwave; almost eleven, at one she has to take Autumn to the daycare and meet Shay for lunch.
After getting the bacon going on the stove she goes back into the fridge and takes out the lunchbox she prepared the night before and starts to pack Autumns daycare bag.
“It’s got to cook, honey.”
She loves how her daughter is always surprised by the same phrases every time.
They sit on the couch and eat their breakfast, her daughter jumping around to her morning cartoons as she eats, Delilah trying to get a bit of writing in before they leave home. She puts the dishes in the sink and sends Autumn into her room to retrieve an outfit.
She returns with a pink shirt that has kittens on it and a pair of jean shorts already on, her little sandals strapped up, and a small doggy bag over her shoulder.
“Wow, you’re ready to go!”
“Yep, I’m ready to go!”
Delilah grabs her keys and Autumns daycare bag and they head out.