Empty Nest (Anubis)
POSTED ON Oct 25, 2013 14:57:00 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2013 14:57:00 GMT -8
Irene shut the front door of her house behind her using her hip, as her arms were filled bags of groceries. As soon as the door groaned shut, she fell back against the thick wood with a whoosh of air from her lungs. After work on Thursdays was usually her shopping day, but this was a special occasion and she needed to stock up on some special ingredients for tonight. Thus her usually load of groceries had double in size compared to her usual Thursday-Shopping-Day haul. Instantly her little army of dogs were on her. All of them barking in greeting and sniffing curiously at the bags in her hands. Irene smiled tiredly at the dogs and carefully maneuvered her way around them to get to the kitchen. Placing her bags on the counter, Irene let out a deep sigh before diligently putting all the food away in it's proper places. As soon as the last of the groceries was put away Irene threw the bags into the closet and sank to the floor to give the dogs the proper attention they deserved. She spent a few minutes cooing over each dog and scratching them all at least once behind the ears. A few new dogs had shown up since she had originally left to go shopping this morning which was the norm in her house hold. She wasn't quite sure how the dogs managed to get into her house, but she never questioned it. Although Irene did notice a trend this time of year. As soon as Alonso and Annora left for camp (which had just been the previous day) the dog breeds seemed to increase in size and protectiveness.
Irene returned to the kitchen and got ready for her annual baking extravaganza. The day after her kids left for Camp Isis, Irene would feel the emptiness in the house and tended to fill the space up instead with all sorts of baking. No, she was not experiencing Empty Nest Syndrome, it was simple boredom and excess amount of energy. There was no need to dwell on the extra amount of pancakes she made this morning by habit alone or when she went to check in on her children's room last night before she turned in and her heart skipped a beat when she saw their beds empty. Irene's first thoughts had been that some terrible monster had gotten past her defenses, before her mind caught up with her and she remembered that her children had left earlier that day.
Irene had to make a conscious effort to tear her eyes away from the empty chairs around the dinning table. She ran a hand through her hair and briefly curled one hand in the ruff of one of the dogs. The dog whined comfortingly and licked her hand encouragingly. First things first, Irene turned on the radio to her favourite classic rock station and turned up the volume to nearly deafening levels. Laughing loudly to herself, Irene went to her bedroom and threw on some casually clothes. A baggy t-shirt she stole from one of her best friends at the hospital, knee-high socks (which were the perfect material that allowed her to slide around the kitchen tiles like they were ice), her comfy lab coat for laughs, and completely forgo the pants.
Dancing back to the kitchen Irene went into automatic mode. She pranced about the kitchen creating enough baked goods to feed an army before she grabbed all of her goods and went to go sit on the couch with them. It took several trips to take her miniature feast to the couch. The table supporting the food wobbled precariously under the weight of the food, and for one split second Irene was sure it was going to collapse. With a final noise of discomfort, the table thankfully stilled. The table had never really been the same since that time Alonso brought home an undead crocodile but Irene never had the heart to replace it. The beaten, vintage table had originally belonged to her father when he had original owned the house. As soon as she sat down on the couch, one of the largest dogs (an Irish Wolfhound she named Ammo) jumped onto her lap and took up pretty much the rest of the couch. The unlucky dogs who did not claim one of the chairs in the living room were content to take a place on the floor as close as possible to Irene. Ammo snuffled curiously at eh numerous dishes one the table but quickly lost interest after realizing the lack of meat in the selection. Irene giggled at the dog and happily wrapped her arms around the large dog in a gentle hug. It was almost enough to make Irene forget about Annora and Alonso's absence.
Grabbing a plate cake and ice cream, Irene settled comfortably with the dog across her lap and settled in for a long movie. She turned on one of her favourites: Moulin Rouge and tried to forget about her children who were hundreds kilometers away and the gnawing feeling of loneliness nagging away at the back of her mind.
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