What do you do with a 10 year old who frequently acts like a 15 year old? You give her fish oil. I’m not sure if the oil actually helps or if the memory of the taste and the threat of more keep her attitude in check. We’ve been dosing her for a week. For the first 5 days, she improved immeasurably, even being seen to smile at her sisters. Then, we skipped 2 days. And last night? The third day without oil? OHMYGOSH, Damien had moved in.
Even Hal, who usually lets all things roll off his shoulders, sent her to her room and left her there for a loooooong time while deciding whether or not he wanted to deal with the demon child during dinner. He decided ‘yes’, but I don’t think it was a decision based on love so much as fear of CPS. So, this morning, I handed her the bottle and left it at that. She stirred it into a cup of orange juice and we’ve been cheerful ever since. I wonder if the same thing will work on clerks at the mall?
We also finished our weeding yesterday (there’s a train of thought there that you might not catch). I sprayed, pulled, hoed and dug, and the three babies helped. They weeded their assigned section, but most of their time was spent moving roly poly bugs and earthworms into my vegetable garden. It’s nice to live in a place where the ground isn’t infested with oil residue. More good things live in the earth here. The middle child wanted to buy lady bugs last time we went to the nursery, but I told her we’d wait until the aphids move in. So, give it a week or two.
Gardens and kids. It’s hard to make them both weed-free. Some noxious pests blow in from outside, but some creep in just because it’s the nature of the business. It’s hard to know when to pull the weeds and when to let them lie. After all, when plants are just sprouting, pulling the weeds around them may dislodge the young roots and kill the thing you’re trying to grow. And, not all weeds are dangerous. Some may be unsightly, like nose-picking, but in the end, it won’t turn your garden into a drug-addicted criminal. But it’s hard to watch those perfect cherubs morph into devil creatures who make my other perfect cherubs wilt with their harsh words and venomous looks. So, keep your fingers crossed that the weeding this weekend will have a lasting effect and that the few remaining briars don’t destroy the rest of the plants in my garden