Twelve too many

I've been systematically attacking room by room, going through every drawer and cabinet to declutter.  One room per day, utterly destroying it and then putting back the pieces.  My allergies have been going NUTS for two weeks now, thanks to the dust I'm stirring up.  I have wrapped up these dusty, stressful days with long play practices lasting until bedtime.  My wonderful MIL, knowing what I was going through, showed up at the house today with a remedy.  

I opened the door to her saying "I brought you stress tablets," and carrying a bag.  We've both explored alternative medicines quite a bit the last few years and my interest was piqued.....a homeopathic help?  And I worried to myself "...am I stressed?  I must be if it shows."   

I opened the bag to find...... 

.....ahhhhhhhh.

Ever the obedient patient, I took 2 tablets every 4 -6 hours.  Unfortunately, the first dose made me a bit groggy and I mis-timed the doses at every 4 to 6 minutes instead of 4 to 6 hours.  An hour later, when the bag was gone, I realized I had overdosed.

I'm afraid I also developed an addiction the stress meds.  

But the good news is: I found my kitchen today!  

Tomorrow, I plan to lose and (hopefully) re-find the bedroom.

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