The current apartment is Kairda's fourth appointment for the day, and when this shift ends, she's got about an hour to make it to the yellow apartment where she's scheduled to scrub a kitchen down. This is fine. Totally fine. Most things are fine when there's a newborn at home, especially if you've had three cups of coffee and have sort of given up on having a regular sleep schedule. She's pretty sure the fact that she hasn't crashed the van into anything is indisputable proof of this fact. Besides, even if she weren't fine, someone has to defeat the ants. Kairda is that someone, and she is absolutely, one hundred percent, entirely fine with this.
The smile she puts on as she knocks on the door is only, like, fifteen percent forced. Tops.