This is like the cherry on the cake.

My friend came over this afternoon to bring her children to play with my children. Her kids have had lice, but we haven’t seen her for close to a month. Any way, when she came over she mentioned that a daughter of a mutual friend of ours has lice, and we have seen them in the last little while. Sooooooo, I checked my kids hair, and…..YUCK! One of them had lice.

Not so bad!!! All of them could have had full blown cases of head lice, but nope – Just Xandra! Poor little girl! I think that Geli’s hair is too greasy and the little buggers couldn’t get a good hold onto her hair. And well, I don’t have any good reason for J, except that he is just a little bit of a loner, and so doesn’t tend to play with anybody.

Anyhoooo, I threw Xandra in the shower right away. I had some NIX left over from when Ray and David were living with us, and put that in her hair. Left it in for a little too long, and then washed it out. Lisa combed through her hair and found 3 bugs, and a few eggsI’m itchy just talking about it J. was next. Found nothing in his hair, and the same for Geli.

I’m an OVERBOARD kind of person, and I’d rather hit this thing hard. We are washing all the bedding. Jon bought some spray, and now myhouse stinks, and I hope that we are not making anyone sick. Although Jon is complaining of a headache. He says that he is allergic to pesticides….I never knew that before. Still learning new things about him after 10 years of marriage – is this good or bad???????Hmmmmm! I have to finish vaccumming the rest of the carpets, and washing the mountain of stuff down in the laundry room – you think I’m kidding. It’s waist high. I actually have to climb over the darn thing.

Lovely ain’t it, and that’s only the front side of it. It goes all the way into my laundry room. Sucks! I’ll be doing laundry forever.

So, we begin the week long ordeal of “nit patrol” My kids already scream and freak out when even I even suggest brushing their hair. Now, not only am I brushing their hair, but I am doing so with the worlds tiniest comb. They scream like I’m torturing them. This is when I usually say something like, “Yah, you think this is bad. Your grandma used to braid my hair so tight that my eyes would go all slanty, and my mouth would pull back onto the sides of my head.” Not that that makes them feel any better. Heck! It doesn’t even make me feel any better. Don’t they realize that I’m not standing there enjoying this.

Oh well, on the bright side of things, my house will be very clean before school starts. Yup, only 5 more sleeps and it all begins. YAAAAAAAAH!

Well, Until next time…….