This is what I’m talking about when I talk about America.
I’ve been enjoying this month’s rotation in the ICU at MD Anderson. While that may not sound fun on the surface, there is excellent teaching, and I’m pleasantly surprised by how much I like critical care. An added bonus is: I have weekends. My days are early and long during the week, and the puppy has a nasty habit of waking me about an hour before my alarm sounds. So I’ve been grumpy. With life traveling at the speed of sound, I really need these weekends.
For this one, I made a list so we could have a prayer of getting things done. Friday and Saturday morning, we baked some BOOnana donuts, Spoooky Chocolate Chip Coookies, and Ginger SNAP!s for the Spooky Spaghetti carnival at Zoe’s school. After dropping those off, we took Ellie to the dog park, where she was a little more comfortable than last time. After a nap, we were off to school; the carnival was much more fun than I imagined it would be. Despite planning to stay up later than Zoe and watch Dexter, we all fell asleep early, and for the first time in what felt like months, I got decent rest.
Today felt like a dream. No arguing. General pleasantness. After a family breakfast, we had a combo cleaning/dance party to a playlist of Beatles, Beach Boys, and Rolling Stones. We took Ellie to her first dog training class – she was great, and super cute, and Zoe got to hold a kitty. Zoe and I got our hairs cut at the mall. The stylist worked magic, and Zoe was well-behaved. Then she helped me try on every pair of shoes at DSW to find the perfect look for my interview outfit. (I’ve been invited to nine residency programs.) In return, we found her some sequin boots and twinkle toe shoes at another store. We jammed in the car on the way home – she sang at the top of her lungs. My brain kept checking in to see if this was real life. When we got home, we learned that Joel had taken Ellie on a run and made dinner. Tonight homework was complete in record time with no tears shed. Pinch me.