Alexander had had one hell of a morning.
First, his daughter had woken him up unusually early, around five am – when her normal wakeup time was closer to six-thirty. That was fine. He could deal. He’d put her in the stroller and taken an extra early morning jog, lulling the toddler back to sleep with the motion. A sweet relief that was short lived when he stood in the dog shit left behind by some unthinkingly obnoxious owner. So that had been fun. He’d scraped the turd off the bottom of his shoe on some grass, but the stench followed him.
When they got home, his shoes were thrown into the washer – which was usually no big deal, but apparently he fucked that up too because it overflowed and made a mess of his laundry. So while Juliette occupied herself by making her usual morning mess of breakfast, Alexander had spent his time cleaning up the laundry, a task that shouldn’t have need to be done and was breaking into his otherwise perfectly routine morning.
Once the laundry was clean, it was back to tidying up his daughter. She had fruit smeared all over the place, and had knocked over her bottle of juice which had, of course, come undone when it hit the floor, creating a puddle. Alexander had sighed and cleaned that up, before focusing on his daughter herself. She was quickly wiped up, and he got her dressed in a cute outfit for her day at playgroup. At least she would be safe from the growing frustration Alexander was feeling as the morning kept getting worse.
Dropping Juliette off at daycare was uneventful, thank god, and Alexander decided he needed to unwind, and a local Timmy's would be the perfect place to do just that. Making a beeline in the direction of a favourite, Alexander kept an eye out for stray dogshit or potholes or who knew what else – ladders and falling pianos wouldn’t be out of the question, as far as he was concerned.
Ordering his coffee went smoothly; the woman behind the counter was sweet and actually got a smile out of the exhausted father, and he gave her a tip as he turned around, following the path everyone took when they were leaving the counter, so as not to get in the way of those behind them in line. Unfortunately, as he stepped out to choose a table, Alexander collided directly with another body, and his hot coffee spilled down his front, causing him to gasp and swear under his breath as he pulled his teeshirt away from his chest. “Fantastic,” he growled, before looking up to see who he had run in to, caught between wanting to apologise, and starting an argument.
First, his daughter had woken him up unusually early, around five am – when her normal wakeup time was closer to six-thirty. That was fine. He could deal. He’d put her in the stroller and taken an extra early morning jog, lulling the toddler back to sleep with the motion. A sweet relief that was short lived when he stood in the dog shit left behind by some unthinkingly obnoxious owner. So that had been fun. He’d scraped the turd off the bottom of his shoe on some grass, but the stench followed him.
When they got home, his shoes were thrown into the washer – which was usually no big deal, but apparently he fucked that up too because it overflowed and made a mess of his laundry. So while Juliette occupied herself by making her usual morning mess of breakfast, Alexander had spent his time cleaning up the laundry, a task that shouldn’t have need to be done and was breaking into his otherwise perfectly routine morning.
Once the laundry was clean, it was back to tidying up his daughter. She had fruit smeared all over the place, and had knocked over her bottle of juice which had, of course, come undone when it hit the floor, creating a puddle. Alexander had sighed and cleaned that up, before focusing on his daughter herself. She was quickly wiped up, and he got her dressed in a cute outfit for her day at playgroup. At least she would be safe from the growing frustration Alexander was feeling as the morning kept getting worse.
Dropping Juliette off at daycare was uneventful, thank god, and Alexander decided he needed to unwind, and a local Timmy's would be the perfect place to do just that. Making a beeline in the direction of a favourite, Alexander kept an eye out for stray dogshit or potholes or who knew what else – ladders and falling pianos wouldn’t be out of the question, as far as he was concerned.
Ordering his coffee went smoothly; the woman behind the counter was sweet and actually got a smile out of the exhausted father, and he gave her a tip as he turned around, following the path everyone took when they were leaving the counter, so as not to get in the way of those behind them in line. Unfortunately, as he stepped out to choose a table, Alexander collided directly with another body, and his hot coffee spilled down his front, causing him to gasp and swear under his breath as he pulled his teeshirt away from his chest. “Fantastic,” he growled, before looking up to see who he had run in to, caught between wanting to apologise, and starting an argument.
