School--or at least the required work involved in preparing --starts Monday. The Matron spent six hours combing children's hair yesterday. That would be SIX. Add vacuuming every bit of upholstery and carpet and there you have her current universe.
After finding 72 dead bugs -- after treatment--on Merrick's head, she stopped counting.
She's certain she's going to be reincarnated into a member of the British royalty. With money and without lice.
In the meantime, creativity flags behind utility and combs . . . .
5 comments:
Ugh. Poor you! Hang in there.
On a lighter note: I was reading the NYT and came across an article that made me think of you immediately. Get right on this and it will be ready for next summer's backyard production:
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/12/garden/12weissler.html?hpw
Creativity AND utility, no?
Good luck on your continued mission. Someday you'll laugh about all this. (Okay, probably not.)
NOOOOOOOoooooo!!! Not LICE!!
I respectfully suggest that it is NOT like Narnia. Narnia does not give moms nightmares. (At least, I hope not!)
And to think I was grouching about trying to get the sand out of all crevices --human and otherwise-- after our vacation.
Is it time to put the children to work combing each other? Heck, monkeys do it.
For what it's worth, we experienced this trauma with our three kids two Christmas vacations ago. We used Cetaphil lotion and it worked for us. If you're interested, Google Cetaphil and lice and the treatment options should pop up. Good luck -- it's such a tough and tiring thing to eradicate.
oh. man... been there. done that. nothing to say, but, where do you want me to ship the case of wine?
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