Transplanting

Arriving at the RYDC yesterday I was informed that Fabian's behavior had been atrocious. This I believe, it's how he acted in our house as well. Repeatedly warned, and explained to, that this anti-social behavior is unacceptable in society. Son, you need to get a grip. If I allowed myself to do so, I could see the hardened criminal mentality growing within him, but I'm choosing to focus on his positive attributes and find him the help that he desperately needs.

Joey's calling nearly every day now. Who doesn't need someone to report to? To seek reassurance from? He's now living in an independent living facility, holding down two part time jobs and supposedly attending night school. I might be overly suspicious, but something isn't smelling right in his story about the school situation. Sometimes my kids just tell me what they think I want to hear. How about the truth? That's what I prefer.

And today Sonny and I are trekking to Atlanta for another meeting, trying to get Alex help as well.

When I'm gone all day from home I still have to cook for 25-30 people, do the laundry, yada yada yada, finally got it all done, and finished planting my seed flats of tomatoes, various peppers and eggplants, all stuff that needs to be started early in the season. I'm already transplanting the first tomato flat into larger individual pots. Eased my mind after a day of driving and pressures at home.

Edgar'd come in from work sullen and fussy so I was doing my best to stay away from his sphere of hostility; someone needed to go lift weights instead of dumping negative vibes all over me.

Finally late last night, settling down with the new issue of Mother Earth News, something I've read for over 30 years now...that's how long I've desired solar energy and a greenhouse, I suppose my patience will pay off someday, I have the land, huge gardens, and the hens that I've always wanted.

I'm hoping to not hear from the elementary school today. I sent JoJo to school even though he was melting down all over the kitchen this morning over nothing. I had to raise my voice all morning at him, he refused to get out of the van at school until I told him I'd literally carry him down the school hall in my pjs if he didn't get out on his own. Looking at me cross-eyed, taking in my messy hair, raggedy pajamas and hard-headed demeanor, he hopped out right fast on his own, scampering through the doors, but by the set of rigid arms I could see someone was going to have to deal with his pissiness this morning.