The Things You Find

So I’m doing laundry today among other things and tossed the first dark load into Jetsam so he can work his magic. While sifting through the stink, I came across a pair of Devin’s jeans.

Notice the sock still jammed up in there? The built-in belt elastic? Is that all that seems a bit off about this picture? Is there anything else a mom should be wary of? Undies maybe?

It looks innocent, doesn’t it?

Busted!

And yet there’s more.

Oh my gosh! It just keeps coming.

And what in tar nation is this!! Is my sweet baby boy doing lines of Smarties?

Apparently his drug of choice does not include mint discs.

Seriously. I need to call a rehab center and fill him up with veggies, whole grains and at least three-a-day of dairy. This explains his spastic behavior, shifty eyes, the drool running down his chin. At least he’s trying to stop, look at the cracker wrappers to counter-act a potential overdose.

Yuck, something else I don't want to stick my hand in.

In all seriousness, I hope that I’m raising my children right. To educate them on the dangers of drugs and that using them is not an option. As enticing as users make it seem, it would only lead down a broken road of heartache and despair. I hope my children know how much I love them, how much I’m there for them and that they can come to me for anything, no matter how bad they think it is. As far as dirty laundry… they can start doing their own!

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