I had a realtor come over the other day and he gave suggestions to make the outside of the house and garden look good. He was pleased with the clean up that we did. He wants me to take down the front pasture fencing to open the front yard up. OK, about a week or two before the house goes on the market. Next week the animals are going out to the front pasture to eat all the mulberry leaves that are falling to the ground. They save me lots of time by taking care of this task and I don't have to feed them any hay while they are cleaning up the leaves and brush.
The realtor thinks planting the garden will evoke someone looking at the house to be able to imagine the garden belonging to them. I wasn't thinking about putting in a winter garden because I didn't want to spend any time on it, but after looking at my empty garden space I realized that I have to put in a winter garden. Where I live a winter garden is easy - as long as the goats don't get out and eat it all. I am going to put in broccoli, cauliflower, spinach, cabbage, and all those "winter" crops. Once they are planted I really don't have to do anything to them. I'll keep the weeds down to give it the glamorous look. After all, when the house goes on the market it will all be about "staging".
Girl is still being challenging both at school and home. After she was suspended for three days the school took away her I-pad. Now she is on the old-fashioned books, paper, and pencil routine. She is also no longer able to access Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Kik, and Twitter. Because she is no longer occupied with the I-pad at home she is a bit more pleasant. Just a bit. She is doing her homework and reading again. She still isn't helping with anything around the house or yard but at least the school attitude is better.
Why do I write so much about the antics of Girl? Since my goal is to be
self-sufficient as much as possible as well as to watch out for our safety when
the SHTF as well as any time we leave our home, problems with family members have
an impact on everything we do. Even if
it was a SHTF situation, she is still not an adult. I can’t dump her on the street (although at
times it crosses my mind). I can’t pretend
that her parents will somehow come to their senses and want to take back their
obligation to raise their child. She is
still my responsibility. How can I
balance my preps with her actions? She
knows why we store things but she has an overwhelming need to do what she
wants, no matter who it harms.
So what is it this time with her? I
tell her that if she doesn’t keep her room clean then I will be happy to clean
it. I’m not really happy but it gives me
the opportunity to go through everything.
Now I cleaned out her drawers just a few weeks ago. Even with the house rule of only eating in
the kitchen or dining room, she had eaten in her room and stashed 4 yogurt
containers, a box of cake mix, 2 cans of beef stew, a container of frosting, a
couple bottles of Gatorade. She had a
baggie filled with Ibuprofen, another with Tylenol, and another with aspirin. Topping off my find was a container with over
100 pills. There were about 15 different
types of pills. She had gone into the medicine cabinet and taken some of
everything she could find.
I took all the pills back and put them back into the proper bottles. (I was very tempted to get every type of
laxative I could find and exchange her pills! Of course, she’d have gotten sick
and I would have gone to jail!) I locked everything that was a prescription
medication into the safe. The rest of
the medications are still in the cabinet.
I asked her why she had them. She
said that she wanted her own supply for when she needed them. No, I have a bottle of the three main pills
in the kitchen. They are always
available but you still need to ask before you help yourself. Nobody needs a stash in the dresser
drawer. What about the container with
mixed pills? She said that she uses them
to help her sleep. What? The doctor said if you can’t sleep then you
should take a Benadryl. For some reason Benadryl
helps people sleep and is non-addictive.
I even offered that to her before.
I had also given her other tips if she can’t sleep – mainly get up and
clean something. You’ll be tired soon
enough, and if you aren’t then at least something will have gotten cleaned.
Girl pulled her normal if I loved her then I’d let her have the pills. No. Because I love you you cannot have the
pills. You cannot self-medicate. She wanted to know why not since there’s no
law saying she can’t. I had to explain
that it is against the law to use prescription medication in a way other than
to who and what the doctor prescribed it.
She just complained that she doesn’t want to live with me anymore and
that she wants to live with her friends parents because they would let her use
whatever pills she wants.
So with Girl constantly eating the preps and hiding what she eats, and now
getting into the meds, I’m realizing that I have to keep things locked up from
my own family, not just the roving masses.
I have to figure out how, in our next home I am going to arrange things
so she can’t get into our preps. While
it’s normal to lock up dangerous items when you have little children around, it’s
frustrating to have to do so for a fourteen year old. At times she’s mature enough that she can
really be counted on, but more often than not, her behavior is that of a temper
tantrum throwing two year old.