I stood in line waiting to place an order at the Dunkin Donuts on Main Street. Three minutes later, 11:03 on the clock, and I’d moved about five inches. I looked back at my husband and mouthed I LOVE YOU. He had secured our favorite section in the corner and was now dragging a chair up to the table so all three children had their own seat. A peaceful Sunday it would be today. Once I get to the register that is. Almost there, and I can rejoin my precious family. Someone had asked for two Box of Joe’s; that is what I heard when I reached the counter. No problem, I smiled sweetly and placed the order. Oh, Can I add three glazed donuts with the purple frosting and pink sprinkles please? It took two trips to get all five drinks, our donuts and bagles to the table. Although if I hadn’t thought it would cause the babies to start a soccer match, I probably could have made it in one trip if I had used my ridiculously sized belly as a tray.
Danny was reading the directory to the Palisades Mall in West Nyack NY, checking off all the places the girls wanted to go. Catherine would want to go to ALL the toy stores to see where she could find something her fellow first grade friends didn’t have yet. Madison would sink into the first comfy chair she could find. At the age of 4, she loved watching dvds from “The Big Comfy Couch” Show. Adele, our youngest, now two, would cling to her father, because all she ever wants is daddy.