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Friday, September 11, 2009

Eeeek - There's A Louse In The House

Or, a few hundred...

Seriously. I'm that lucky.

Perhaps I needed a distraction to navigate my grief this year. A mission comprised of mountains of laundry, magnified by loads of patience. Whatever the reason when the phone rang on the first day of my second week of school - on Emma's Birthday - I looked up, instantly knowing it was for me, and that it wasn't going to be good.

Another teacher held the phone out to me.

"Cara" my mom said, "Um, I hate to put this on you today of all days but Comedian has been sent home with lice."

No. Seriously. Cause I'm just that fortunate.

"I already sent dad to the pharmacy to get two treatments. I'll do both girls for you. Bear only had one nit but I'll do her anyway... Don't worry. It will be okay."

She said that for my benefit because I had burst into tears, protected from the flock of preschoolers by a small, rug-resembling makeshift wall. And, once again - without the sarcasm - I am that lucky. I don't know too many nana's that choose to sit and de-louse their grandchildren's hair.

And, it has been okay. I mean, aside from those mountains of laundry and bagging all the stuffed animals in the house and changing Comedian's sheets everyday, and having to call in to work on my second week because the fed.e.rally fun.d.ed preschool she attends has their own 'no nit' policy. I kinda get it. No, I do - because if I was on the other side of this fence, I'd get it. Still, it isn't called a nuisance condition for nothing.

Even so, I must say that I have enjoyed my time with Comedian. I know that might sound strange, but she has been amazingly patient with me, with this whole process. In fact, compared to the cranky, my glasses don't feel right, my body is uncomfortable, I can't possibly ever wear clothes again child I have been bemused by for the last couple weeks the new version sitting quite still with a smile ear to ear Did you get another dead one mummy? is quite lovely.

We chat while I pick nits. She has watched more 'tiny movies' than I could have ever believed I'd allow. Her hair is cleaner than its ever been. Can I see? she askes as I squish yet another sticky egg like sac onto a piece of tape, can we save them to show daddy? They are soooo coool.

Um. Yeah. I'm really that lucky.

So, the long and short of it (HA! Just cracked myself up as her hair was halfway down her back and now grazes her ears!*), anyway -the long and short of it is, it could have been much, much, much, much worse.

Like - Bear having it. Which she doesn't. *Whew* she says as a thank you to the big man above.

But, it has - once again - consumed any available time I had for me and all that other time I already had designated for other things.

A Lesson In Patience was my other potential post title. Damn, if ever I needed's the time.

See you when every last, cottin' pickin', sticky little nit has been removed from my child's head and she's been readmitted to school!

*pictures at the Bear and Comedian as soon as possible.


Once A Mother said...

wow that doesnt sound like fun at all... i hope that this louse-y situation becomes a thing of the past real soon for you.

Michelle said...

OH NO that does not sound like fun. I remember being in school and they used to line us all up and look for lice. I have never experienced it but man it sure sounds like a pain in the a&*! I hope things clear up and calm down for you soon.

caitsmom said...

Scheeeuuuu. What a task, I couldn't help but smile the way you wrote your child's desire to "save them for dad." Sorry things aren't better, I admire your ability to write about it with some spunk! Peace

Dora said...

Ewww, ewww, ewww!! Your mom rocks. Been wondering how you've been doing this week. Hang in there.

Kristin said...

Oh man, that sucks. I have been lucky enough to never have any and neither have my boys. I'm beginning to think it has to do with the texture of curly hair.

I think it is absolutely wonderful that Comedian has dealt so well with that mess.

MrsSpock said...

I had lice in the 4th grad- in fact,all 5 of us did at the same time. I don't know how my poor mother coped, picking the nits out of all of out hair. My hair was long and waist-length, and so thick it took 2 treatments to work. I had to cut all my hair off. It truly sucked- I feel your pain!

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