Once again, I haven’t written in a while. I have a really good excuse this time. My kids got lice and then gave it to me.
Excuses don’t get much better than that, do they?
I managed to survive 36 years 9 months and a few days without getting lice. My kids hadn’t had them up to this incident either. I think they might have gotten them from church but I can’t be sure.
My sweet Ana was totally infested with them. I had to put my big mama panties on and deal with it. When your sweetest and most well-behaved child seems to be the instigator of all this grossness it puts things into perspective. Lice don’t discriminate. If you’ve got a head. They want to breed there.
I’m really quite tired from the last three days of washing over a dozen loads of laundry, treating five people with Sklice and bagging about 20 bags of pillows, costumes, stuffed animals and bags and combing, combing and more combing. So, I’ll keep this post short and chat more about the funnier things and even about some good things that came out of all this.
For now, I’ll tell you that Charlotte repeatedly announced that “my head is like a house!”. She didn’t seemed grossed out at all. In fact, she seemed a little sad that I was killing her little “pets”.
And I chopped my own hair because I couldn’t comb the mass of hair I had and the one salon I called refused to cut my hair because it was too much of a liability. I didn’t call another salon because I honestly couldn’t argue with the liability argument. It’s long enough to pull into a pony tail when I leave the house. I’ll get it fixed in a few weeks when I’m “pet” free.