The Skipper...

Oh Gilligan, you've done it again.... So I awoke this morning to the new schedule. The agreement that I've made with the roomie (skipper) on my new schedule appeared to go off without a hitch. Woke up this morning to the baby crying, woke her up and both the girls, managed to get everyone dressed and fed including the baby. Dropped off the 5 year old and then the 10 month old and came home with Kira. We then cleaned the entire kitchen and re-cleaned the living room and cleaned the girls bathroom. The toilet was obviously some wild science experiment (I've been waiting for the skipper to clean it since I'm the only one who has, obviously in vain however), second only in being the most disgusting thing in the world to the trash can filled with the 5 year olds pull ups marinating in urine. As a wave of the incredible stench hit me in the face I was officially awake. So after shaking that off the kiddo and I baked some super special princess cupcakes complete with pink frosting and pearl like candies. I had a visit with a special friend from high school and her two adorable kiddos for lunch, the hot-dogs I grilled were phenomenal, okay they were yummy but the queso was better ;) . After that I finished another load of laundry, washed the dishes, and got ready for work, while also making sure all of the ingredients were ready and in obvious places for dinner for the family while I was gone at work, since the skipper openly admits she cannot cook I try to make it as uncomplicated as possible. I dropped Kira off at daycare, and then headed on to make the big bucks at work. As if my day hasn't been exhausting enough. LOL. So work was calm enough, not so bad at all. Only had three patients, nothing too exciting, except for the occlusive dvt (blood clot in a vein) that made me send a patient to be admitted. Got cut early from work since it was so slow and got home in time to find my little girl sitting in bed still awake acting like an adult watching mama mia and playing on my laptop. So freaking cute... she hops up happy to see me and gives me a description of her last 7 hours without me. So at dance class she informed her teacher that she was allergic to jelly (that I had told her so, which turned into, that was because she really didn't like it). Oh and that school (the whole 45 minutes she was there was awesome because she played outside the whole time. Mannnn I envy that little girl, her innocence, her ability to live care free completely oblivious to all of the insanity that surrounds her in this corrupt and complicated world. No bills no worries, just hugs and kisses, princess cupcakes and cuddling in bed with her mommy. Her biggest worry is wether or not mommy will let her play noggin on the computer. After filling me in, she blesses me with a personal leg massage since I had such a hard day at work. So as I sit here gushing on my day, she's down there still intermittently watching mamma mia sporadically massaging my legs with an ice cold lotion soaked wash cloth. Life is good. Oh P.S. the skipper took the beautiful vases from the living room and placed them in my room, guess she didn't like them, hahah.