Guess who's on the phone with poison control? Yeah..it's me.



5 1/2 hours later...



Okay, so this is how it went down. I'm downstairs cleaning stuff out of the hall closet and random drawers and cupboards that I don't want following us to Hawaii. The kids went upstairs to play in their room like they do 10,000 times a day. My bedroom door was shut..the bathroom door was shut. I'm listening to the monitor letting me know they're okay or if they're in trouble. I'm digging through the hallway closet and I realize it's fairly quiet upstairs. "Calix?" nothing. I go upstairs to check on them..and they're not in their bedroom. My bedroom door is still closed but I open it..and there they are. Sitting on the floor next to my side of the bed shoving my depression/headache meds back into their bottle. I scream out of panic..check their mouths for pills and scurry them out of the room while I pick all of the pills up and try to determine whether any of them are missing and/or if they've maybe ingested some. One gelcap is broken open and the medicine inside is scattered all over the inside of the bottle. A few of them are stuck together as if they were wet. I call Orion and he suggests I call poison control just in case. I call them and she asks how many I had in the bottle originally..30. She asks how many are there now..13 1/2..but I've been taking these pills for a while and it's not a constant thing so I don't know if ANY are missing except for that bottom half of the open one. She does a little research and tells me to take them both to the emergency room and that she's called them and they're expecting me. Great.

Orion rushes home..we pack the kids into the car and off we go. I run them both in myself while O parks and doctors are waiting at the door for me. Weigh them..get their temperatures..and head right back to the room where they mix up some charcoal with some Pepsi and have both kids drink it down. Poor Maddox has never (as far as I know) had soda in his whole life and here he is being forced to down Pepsi..all bubbly and what not. They didn't think they'd ingested any of it..but it's always better to be safe than sorry. They told me Social Services would need to speak with me..and ya know..that broke my heart. I started tearing up because screw you, I know WAY worse parents than me..go visit them instead. But I know it's part of how things are done..so bring it on. Two women came down and spoke with us for about 20 minutes and didn't seem worried at all about a friggin slip up on my end because I don't normally keep my meds on my nightstand but I did last night so I would remember to take one before I fell asleep. I didn't know today would be the day the kids would decide to be disobedient and go into mommy's room without her.


Because the children didn't actually ingest anything..they just gave us a warning..one of those "be careful where you put your medications" and we signed papers and headed home. They'd mentioned that the MPs (military police) and someone from ACS (army community service) would maybe swing by later to do a walk through our house to make sure it was child safe (and it is)..but no one's showed up yet..so I guess we'll see if they do at all.



It's been a fairly draining day so far..let's see if it can end on a nicer note.