Les Poux - Update

Forgive the French - but les poux just is nicer to roll off the tongue than lice. I have spent the last two days; doing massive amounts of laundry, swearing some really good - bad words under my breath and nit picking (literally).

Remember, Lice - Sigh back in July. I thought thems dayz were behind us. Thing 2 has been intermittently complaining of an itchy head...intermittently...I tell you. After the showering Sunday night - I thought to give her hair a nit-comb through...just in case. infestation INFESTATION! (insert first wave of really good - bad words here). Checked Thing 1 - also had 'em (lighter case -- but still -- damn-ned!)

This was not the plan for Sunday night. The following HOURS were spent taking sheets, stuffed animals, pjs off beds...starting the tornado of laundry which would devastate our house...putting olive oil all the kidz hair...and combing, combing, combing.

Oh, gawd. I forgot. The horribly embarrassing phone call. The thank-you-for-sending-your-child-for-their-1st-play date-at-our-house-today-it-was-a-pleasure-and-btw-our-kids-have-lice-so-sorry-phone-call. If anything were to make you feel like an irresponsible, horrible, stupid parent -- it's that phone call.

Even with the knowledge that we never, ever, have play dates so really the only place they could have gotten them was from a host at school (fyi - "play dater" and "play datee" both go to the same school) - and it could easily be a school epidemic but the school is really slow at getting information out to parents about serious stuff.

All this aside...I felt stupid. I dwelled on my stupidity.

I spent yesterday morning working on ridding the house of lice, moderating kid disputes (kept them home from school for 24h - from start of treatment - I do have some common sense). And then it hit me. WE NEED TO LEAVE THIS CRAP. Seriously. My shoulders were up. They were fighting. LICE SUCK.

Boots, hats, mittens...hurry up - I'm getting out of here. Get in the car. Buckle up! Then...then...we went sledding for two whole hours. In the middle of the afternoon. When I should have been doing laundry. Or working. When they should have been in school - learning something. We, three, yelled and screamed and did triple-seater sleds down the hill.

Thank god for mental health breaks!

*I'm telling you teach your kids a 2nd language bc words like head lice, nose mucus, bowel movements - are much nicer to hear in a different language. For example; when we were at the grocery store yesteray and Thing 2 said "qui a péter?" I was a bit less embarrassed than had I heard "who farted?"