Most days I think I
deal with my youngest daughter’s mental illness pretty well. Most days I try to deal with her issues with
love and humor. I think she goes to bed
feeling loved most of the time and that is huge progress, but we have had a
rough couple weeks. This morning I lost
my lovin feeling and my humor and joined my daughter in being spitting
mad.
This afternoon
everything was fine. Pre-teen daughter
likes to take care of the sheep by herself in the afternoon. Normally they walk into their night enclosure
without any problems BUT this weekend we moved the sheep. They are in nice grass and weeds with big
rocks that the sheep can jump on. They
are in sheep heaven! They have not been
eating the hay and fodder we give them.
Today the sheep seemed to tease Pre-teen Daughter and she started
screaming at them. Screaming at animals doesn't work. The sheep thought it was
another reason to run around and jump off rocks.
Pre-teen Daughter
screamed at her brothers to help and they asked her to ask nicely, that didn't help at all! After watching his sister
get more and more frustrated Stick Boy tried to go help her, but she kept
screaming so he started waving sticks and jumping up and down. This doesn't exactly get the sheep to go
where you want them or calm down your screaming sister.
My husband called me
because I was at the top of the property and didn't hear the commotion. We got Pre-Teen daughter to stop screaming
and walk away, stopped stick boy from scaring the sheep, then Darling Husband
and I cornered Blackwell (our biggest and sweetest sheep) I got the halter on
her and walked her into the night enclosure the rest of the sheep followed
like, well, sheep.
We went back into the house and it took me over
an hour to calm down Pre-teen Daughter.
I think I got her into bed feeling loved but I am exhausted.
This is how we move the sheep's night time enclosure from one area into another. I asked to have it on wheels but Darling Husband thinks this is easier.