Parenting Plants

I in no way know a lot about plants. I currently have eight, three of which I did not buy. By luck, they are simple to care for. I purchased my own after stumbling upon some cute, little, leafy guys at a wee grocery store across the street from where I live. All the research I did was rapid googling whilst awkwardly standing as out of the way from other people as possible. I really can’t even call it research since the only thing I looked up was: does (insert plant name here) grow tall? Is (insert plant name here) easy to care for? That’s it. That’s the extent of my “research”. If the answer was “no” to the first and “yes” to the second, the plant came home with me. 
    I’m a candle fiend, I enjoy candles and I fancy the jars they come in. After a quick internet perusal, I found that plants could go in old candle jars. This was a win-win honestly because I love plants and I love candles and with this arrangement I could keep buying candles so I could eventually use them as plant houses. After purchasing my grocery store plants, I would re-house them into an accommodating candle jar or spare pot if I had one. As they grew, I upgraded them to a bigger jar or pot situation. All was well, I had a system and it was working. That is until one of my plants started to look sad.
    Like I said, I know nothing about plants. My first casualty went both very slowly and rather quickly. Its leaves were losing color, and eventually so did its stem. After some time, it was apparent that the plant no longer had hold in the soil. On its death day I could easily lift it from its house, no roots kept it fastened. I grieved for a few days before giving it a burial..in my waste basket…where it stared at me until I took out my rubbish. The second casualty went nearly the same. Sad looking plant, no idea what to do. I tried different watering times, upgraded its house, and even fed it a near-whole eggshell. Alas, it was all for naught. So I had a second waste basket burial. As a tribute, and because I’m on a buy-ban and can’t get more plants ‘til I have more money, I left the egg shell in the vacant candle jar so it held more than dirt and mourning. I call it my egg plant now. 
    Besides the two deaths in the family, I have two plants that are threatening me with leaf decapitation and suicide. One of them has a split leaf that is two thirds off but I don’t want to remove it the rest of the way. The other has a shrivelling leaf that is on the verge of death but won’t decide if today’s the day or not. Nevertheless I’m on edge frequently over it. 
    To make matters worse, there’s a housing crisis looming over my plants. I just upgraded one of them and upon doing so, realized that I haven't any bigger jars or pots. I used up my last pot on my recent house change and that was the largest size. There’s at least one that should move soon and another that is flourishing and will probably need to move soon-ish. The one with a mildly decapitated leaf could use an upgrade too but the next size up is the jar holding my egg plant and I have mixed feelings about sullying the shrine. Even just a trade in places is stressing me out. And on top of that, I’m out of dirt so properly furnishing the new houses is not a current option. Overall it’s a chaotic mess. The survivors are doing well but I am falling behind and a’feared of failing them. 
    I still want more though, I have no beasts nor significant other so this is the most life I’ve got in this place besides me and I’m mostly dead inside. The drama surrounding my green adopted offspring is the closest thing I have to caring for another living entity. They’re my equivalent of a pet and I love them and want more of them. Is the lack of housing and basic needs stressful? Aye, but it’s a stress I can find a solution for. It’s worth the joy I get from looking at my potted pieces of nature. I do plan on acquiring a parenting book on plants so I can conquer the plague that killed two of my ten oxygen makers. Mark my words, those lives will not be lost in vain. They will be AVENGED.