I just want to clarify yet another reason why I think raising children is like taking care of the mentally insane. Today while doing laundry, mounds and mounds, I was forced to go through dozens of pockets. Today wasn't any different than any other day so I thought I'd share what I have found in those itty bitty little pockets of my children.
-rocks (all sizes and shapes, most likely picked up from the creek)
-dandelions
-lots of candy wrappers(no doubt, candy I had no idea they ate)
-chapsticks (that have been twisted up and down and smashed into the cap)
-old bandaids (I don't even want to know if they belonged to my child)
-legos and legos and more legos
-a note from a teacher that their class has been exposed to Strep Throat (lovely)
-twist ties (over 50) from the food bin section at the grocery store
-And an occasional evil crayon that can ruin a dryer and clothes in less than 30 minutes
Recently a lip balm had escaped my search and ended up in the dryer. Our clothes had oil stains all over them. I was so mad. But my husband had the perfect thing to say, "You've GOT to check their pockets before you wash them!" I think they have a room waiting for me at the crazy house.
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Oh my lord women! I don't find nearly as many fun things in my kids pockets. I tell them & my husband, anything I do find is MINE. Including money!
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