This is the post I knew deep down that Id eventually write.
I swore I never would. Id rather just forget it all together!
My mother insisted Id want to document it eventually.
Its been two weeks......Im slowly coming around....
My friend Sarah told me that I would one day laugh.
I wasnt at all sure I was going to survive and live to see the day that I could find humor in the situation.
While I still am not exactly laughing, at least I have stopped crying...
Two weeks ago as I was getting five kids up and dressed to leave the house for school at 6:45am. While combing Britain's hair, I made a discovery that made my skin crawl.
The very word sends chills up my spine.
C got a phone call in Buffalo where he was on a trip from a hysterical wife.
Next the school nurse got a call from an extremely apologetic mother who was totally grossed out.
To which she graciously replied, "Oh honey, dont worry about it. Lice has been going through the second grade so your child isnt the one who brought it to school"
She explained that until there were a certain percentage of kids with lice, the policy is that they dont trouble parents with unnecessary information.
Glad to know my kids are only in the 10% infected with creepy crawlies and that it isnt a full blown epidemic.
Just a show of hands....would anyone else like to know if lice is going through your childs classroom even if its a minority? I think Im going to volunteer for the PTO and try to legislate new policies next year.
I dragged everyone to the pediatrician to be examined.
Typically you must have over-the-counter treatments fail two times before you can qualify for prescroption strength lice shampoo. My pediatrician is a saint.
"I have less than three weeks before the new baby is born. I CANT wait for two failed attempts and brush through five heads of hair four times and risk it not working."
I all but pleaded.
She left the room and returned with prescriptions for enough shampoo to treat our entire family, rugs and cat too.
C returned home late that night to find kids sprawled all over the kitchen with plastic bags on their head and me leaning over Tristan at the kitchen sink with a microscope and a fine toothed comb.
By 1:30 am after endless hours of washing and drying and combing, my kids were begging to go to sleep....poor things!
42 bottles of toxic shampoo
16 loads of laundry
and two weeks of combing and it is safe to say.....our uninvited guests are officially gone.
....and so is my sanity!