But it turns out that you can’t just stick a shovel in the ground and get the worms that already live in your yard. Oh no. You have to have a specific type of worm eat your garbage and poop out- excuse me, cast out- soil. So you actually order worms off Amazon. And you gag a little bit as you do it. Then when your nice mail lady hand delivers 1000 worms, you feel like you need to apologize.
The big kids had no such issues, though, and they gleefully dumped all one thousand worms into the prepared bin. Then, the next morning they scooped up handfuls of worms off the deck and chucked them back into the bins because it turns out that worms will sometimes try to escape their lovely new homes so you have to shine a bright light on them for 24 hours to encourage them to burrow down and eat your garbage.
The science department at OLFSFCWLD will have to re-think future vermicompost lessons.
By Friday, I was done. School somehow got shortened down to math and religion, as we had to prep for a Cub Scout camping trip. Camping. With eight children who would be so hopped up on s’mores and campfire stories that they wouldn’t sleep for the next three days. My husband sent me this picture at some point during the week, and it’s spot on. Disturbingly spot on.
But hey, only eight months until summer break!
Cari Donaldsonis the author of Pope Awesome and Other Stories: How I Found God, Had Kids, and Lived to Tell the Tale. She married her high school sweetheart, had six children with him, and now spends her days homeschooling, writing, and figuring out how to stay one step ahead of her child army. She blogs about faith and family life at clan-donaldson.com.