It was bound to happen. The girls had been in daycare and school for about 3 years now, and with Weasel’s hair I was not looking forward to it. Yes – the dreaded head lice.

Ewwwww.

That’s what I think too.

Happy Mother’s Day to me, hurruh! I haven’t had nits since I was a kid, and boy have I not missed it. What a pain in the bum. Spent the weekend stripping beds, washing hats, soaking brushes and combs…awesome.

Ok, for most households they might strip the beds weekly and having to do it is no big deal, but I hate it. It hurts my back and my old lady hip, and I loathe putting quilt covers back on. I’m not going to say how often I change the sheets but it sure isn’t weekly.

Ewwwwww.

Meh. Judge me all you like. You’ve seen photos of my housekeeping. You’re not allowed to be surprised.

So now, despite having done all the de-lousing (I was nit free by the way, as was Bubba – score for short crappy haircuts) I am suddenly itchy. Really itchy. My brain has decided imaginary nits are the way to go. Either that, or I reacted to the nit shampoo, which is a fair possibility.

I sent the girls to school today of course, but I feel bad about it. What if I missed a feisty little bugger who starts a class party? They’re only supposed to stay home until treated, but I’m going to feel so bad if a note comes home advising of an outbreak. It wasn’t me, I tried to get them all, I swear I did!

Once again, this evening I get to comb everyone through, and tomorrow night, etc etc, until I’m sure we’re clear. I can barely get the comb through D and Weasel’s stupid long and thick hair. At least D doesn’t cry. This sucks. Where’s a lice eating shoulder monkey when you need one?