Cue me doing the daily routine of clearing the kitchen table of unused cups, drawings, and other non-table items with an 8 month old on my hip.
As I am working one-handed, my eldest child, Sprite, begins struggling to open a container.
Upon further observation, I realize it’s a prescription bottle.
“Um, excuse me, what are you doing with that?”
“It’s not medicine, it’s filled with seeds that I got from Mr. T.”
He’s our neighbor who re-uses an assortment of items for his and Sprite’s many inventive ideas.
“Um, ok.”
I turn around to continue the mundane task of cleaning with children.
As I am ridding my mind of all the dangers a prescription bottle could hold, Sprite returns with a request.
“I need help!”
“Ok, what do you need help with?”
“I can’t open this bottle. You take a lot of medicine, can you open it for me?”
*a look of confusion crosses my face followed by an appalled yet entertained smile*
“Um, ok.”
I open the bottle.
*I think, I don’t take that much medicine. But, me opening this bottle so swiftly further supports the announcement of my pill popping probability*
I start snickering.
She starts giggling.
We then transition into a full roar.
Just so you know, my daily pill regimen consists of thyroid medicine (early in the morning when no one else is awake).
And, a nightly probiotic.
That’s it.
It’s a huge problem all these pills.
So, unbeknownst to me, I have a problem, a thyroid and a gut one.
Whatever kids.
It’s cool.
It’s totally cool.
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