When In Doubt…Throw It Out

Just went through our medicine cabinet and threw out all of our expired and unused prescriptions and medicines.  There was no particular reason for me doing this.  I didn’t sit down to watch an episode of Oprah, with Oprah using her  ”scary Oprah voice”, about a baby dying from ingesting old prescriptions.   After which, I would then go running and sobbing to the medicine cabinet throwing everything out in a feverish attempt to prevent the same from happening in my house.  

Although I would have if I had watched such an episode.

Dr. Phil didn’t blast into my living room with a story of a family who’s teenagers got addicted to pain pills from taking their parent’s unused meds.

However I still got rid of my old, never taken, Vicodin from knee surgery last year.

It all got started when I was giving Lucas a bath and happened to glance way up to the top of the open towel cabinet.  On the top shelf resided our box of medicines, safely out of Stretch Armstrong Jr.’s.  I opened up the medicine chest and began to examine it’s contents.  Old Benadryl, sticky out of date cough drops, Tylenol expiring from back when I was a size four…and I can tell you honestly that was a LONG time ago.  It was time to clean it all out.   In the words of Bon Qui Qui “you gots to go.”

Living in the Haus of Boys clutter is at any moment waiting to take over.  I am a clutter fighter.  Mail never sits on the counter for longer than thirty seconds.  If Ettore sets the newspaper down to go to the bathroom, the newspaper goes in the trash.  Besides isn’t he supposed to read the paper on the toilet anyway?  Shoes are forever being put away, laundry folded, dishes emptied, papers from God knows where thrown away.  I am drowning in papers.  You would think with all the de-cluttering I do the house would be spotless.  It’s not.  Whatever I put or throw away, a twin replacement is brought in by elves the next day to replace the item.  My house looks like we’ve been robbed, if the robbers only didn’t take anything, just ate a bunch of food, and dumped their gym clothes on the living room floor.  And the socks, don’t even get me started on the socks.  

With my constant de-cluttering, you would think the medicine cabinet would be spotless.  Not the case, the medicine had been silently avoiding my radar for years apparently.  The gig was up and it felt great to get rid of all that old stuff.  It made me feel like a good Mom to clean out and purge all that old medicine and put it back up out of my son’s reach.  No one told me to do it, I just did.  Go Mom!  I felt adult, cleansed, and in need of going to Rite Aid to restock on NyQuil and stool softener (you never know when the stools might need a little softening…and you want to be prepared…trust me).

No scary story calling me to action, just being a good Mom. 

Next up I am testing the smoke alarms.

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