Today I decided to try to declutter my house. It's a complete disaster. Everywhere I look, there is clutter. There isn't a flat surface that doesn't have crap on it. And it drives me a little more insane each day. I gathered up 6 large garbage bags filled with clothes to donate and one lawn size bag of trash. And still, there is CRAP everywhere. EVERYWHERE. I can't get a handle on it no matter what I do. I've tried just tossing everything in the trash, yet more appears. Less than a month ago, Richard took his minivan, loaded to the ceiling with the seats down, to Goodwill. And yet, there is still more.
While I was unsuccessfully decrapifing, I saw the bottle of gummy vitamins in the hallway.
That is when I completely lost my mind.
Charlie's had the bottle in his room for the past month. We had a deal that as long as he only took one a day, that he could keep them in his room. And up until today, he'd been good on his promise. I admit, there was some screaming on my part. And "How did you get the top open?!" And maybe I threw in the, "Now I have to take you to the doctor and they're going to give you a HUGE SHOT!"
Then I called poison control to make sure he was going to be OK. I had a feeling he was since I don't buy vitamins with iron in them (Thank you, Oprah). And the nice lady on the phone told me he had to ingest about 3 full bottles of those vitamins for them to be toxic.
Then I promptly took a wooden spoon and smacked both of his hands with it. That might seem a little harsh since I'm partly to blame for the lack of supervision. I did feel guilty but only for about a minute. I've never spanked the girls let alone used a wooden spoon. But then again, I've never had to before he came along. We had a deal, after all.