T.Puzzle needed me to sign a paper in his folder. I use the word ‘folder’ loosely here. While my occupations as a stay-at-home-mom and writer/dreamer/blogger have their busy work, I often have very little need for folders. Therefore, when I saw T.Puzzle’s ‘folder’, I wasn’t exactly sure what I was seeing:
Apparently he ‘stores’ it at the bottom of his backpack.
This may be where all paper-based products go to die.
Speaking of dying, this segues nicely into our little family weekend adventure. I have to preface this by saying that of my three boys, Mad Dog normally requires the least amount of supervision. I may have to change this policy to preserve his safety.
On Friday, Mad Dog had a routine root canal. He seemed to have the pain mostly managed and overall, had everything ‘under control’.
Shortly after when he took the allotted four ibupofren to manage pain, he realized he accidentally ingested four of his antibiotic pills instead.
He should have taken 300mgs, but decided to go all out with 1200mgs.
To save you time, here is what Google said:
1200mgs is the very top of what a doctor would prescribe and only in a dire, life-threatening bacterial infection kind of way. It said nothing about ingesting the 1200mgs as a way to threaten your own life in a general, absent-minded way.
Thankfully, Mad Dog made it safely through the night. Unfortunately, he nows move to the top of the list as being the most supervised of my three boys.