[No, this isn’t a post about how Chublet comes into my room every 10 mins from 7am on a saturday morning asking if she can watch videos on the iPad… I’d *never* succumb to that…]
Breastfeeding, settling babies, and trying to zone out from babies gives me a lot of time when I should be doing productive, brain developing things, but instead turn to facebook and become a digital zombie. As a result I find myself taking notice of the ads and themes that pop up with even more regularity than Hippo baby’s explosive bowel movements. Of late my feed seems to have been filled with ads and articles about the need to properly dispose of out of date medicines by taking them to your local pharmacy. Each time I see one of these I’m reminded that I intended to do that before we moved house almost two years ago, but it was too much effort and everything got dumped in a moving box then hauled out and tossed into a high cupboard on arrival.
So it was, with a few minutes spare the other night – dinner was simmering and the pasta was still a bit too al dente; Hippo was doing her 5 minutes of being happy playing with Daddy; and Chubba was dancing to music only she can hear – I quickly hauled everything down from the high up cupboard, grabbed a paper bag and got sorting. I soon grabbed another paper bag, and then a large plastic bag as the pile to return to the medicine cupboard got smaller and smaller. Some of this stuff went out of date before Chubba was born!
Anyway, a short while later I was feeling suitably chuffed at my excellent organisational skills as the medicine that is still in date got neatly stored in three different plastic containers and put back in the cupboard. I’d like to show you a photo of them, to prove my excellent ability to be organised every now and then, but that would require organising the rest of the cupboard as well. You’ll just have to image it.
Now I just need to be organised enough to get the plastic bag out of the house and down to the chemist. Small steps.