I cleaned that disgusting landfill that was supposed to be her bedroom and found a meth pipe burrowed under some trash (a tube of glass broken at both ends, burnt at one end, smelled like chemicals) well within Connor's reach!!!!!!!!! I am @$!#& sick.... At least now it is cleaned, baby proofed and is his room now. I put some of his toys up there and he is loving it. He even keeps crawling into his race car bed to lay down so I am hoping this transition will be an easy one. I interviewed a home daycare this morning. Connor went right in, lit up and started playing with the three other boys there. He was so happy and didn't hesitate one bit - just glowing. I couldn't get him to leave and the other boys were sad to see him go. He is going to love having other children to play with and I am hoping the routine will only help him through all of this. Sometimes he seems sad, but he hasn't gone around looking for her. I don't know what he senses. I just cannot believe I was that blind!!! I swore I would know if she was using again. And I know that I had my suspicions but to find a pipe in her room??? Again??? Unflipping believable. I took pictures of it before I got rid of it and out of this house. Never again. She will never be in my house ever again. I can't even imagine her ever taking care of this child. The thought is extremely frightening... I can't stand her. I really can't. I want nothing to do with her. What a sorry excuse of a human. An even sorrier excuse of a mother.