Our darn son may have caught lice. I'm not quite sure and the doctor didn't look too closely, so it may have been dandruff, but we went through the motions anyway. That meant we came home and stripped all the bedding, pillows, and clothes that were lying around and we are now do massive loads of laundry. I also had to wash all their well-loved stuffed animals. As well as ALL my hair ties. I'm not sure which ones were safe and which weren't.
Then I had to vacuum and clean all the upholstered furniture and sterilize our brushes and combs in alcohol. Of course that's the easy part.
The pain was washing Paulchen's and my hair with the foul-smelling, medicated shampoo. Then the tangles and possible nits had to be combed out. On Paulchen's hair that wasn't so bad. His is short. The same with Paul's buzz-cut hair. But my mid-back length hair was a nightmare. Paul had to comb through it all and really made me grimace and complain. There were so many tangles, it drove me up the wall. But at least we're all clean and Ava was fine. If she had it, we would have had to pick them all out by hand. She's too young for the shampoo.
I swear I went 26 years without ever having to deal with lice. My darn son could only last just over 2 years. Just another thing to mark on our payback board. Once that boy is old enough, his father and I are going to take turns holding him down and pummeling him for all the grief and sickness he's passed on to us.
Posted by sportell0
at 10:11 PM MEST