CLUTTER & DROPPING THINGS

THIS is what the floor on my side of the bed looks like. Right now. This is really it - real time! I didn't have to add stuff to make it look worse.
This isn't what Pottery Barn shows us it's supposed to look like.

You might notice the pet-hair-remover roller buried there, the FABULOUS Pioneer Woman Cookbook (go buy it!!), and my work friends might notice my "rapid communication" phone list for emergencies there also (and it will probably still be there next winter when the list might come in handy since cleaning this conglomeration of stuff isn't on my to-do list right now. Really. I know what's there if I need it.)

WELL, early this morning I was trying to take my little tiny thyroid pill, one little pill a day! That's all I had to do. And I dropped the whole bottle, fell right out of my hand, right onto this pile. The whole bottle.

At first I thought about trying to find them all, actually going through this pile at 5:00 a.m. and finding every little pill because NOBODY wants me to NOT take my thyroid pill, believe me! But then I realized that even losing something vital in this pile was NOT going to make me go through it. This pile has been accumulating for over a year now, gosh, maybe longer. I'm good at adding to it and ever better at ignoring it.

So after I thought it all through, at 5:00 a.m., really thought about it, I dialed Randalls and called in a refill - picked it up this afternoon. Problem solved.

There's a lesson to be learned here - I just don't think I'm capable of learning it. I'm a "pile" sort of person.

I did wonder, briefly, what thyroid pills would do to cats if they chewed them. And how could I tell? The solution was still to go through the pile and find all the pills. But since it's impossible for three people to force a pill down a cat's throat when it's needed and live through it, I figured they'd be safe.

For most of my previous life, this sort of thing would have sent me into a an unbelievable panic. I would have been unable to sleep, think, carry on a conversation, eat (well, not really), function normally, until I had accounted for all the little pills.

I was pretty impressed with my new-found "Whatever!" attitude.