It all began with Big Sis approaching me in the bathroom with, "Mom, can you check if I have lice?"
"The answer to that question is always no," my father declared emphatically when I recounted our day over dinner.
Except when it's not. My first searches through her hair reassured me we had nothing to worry about. Until, WAIT A MINUTE. WHAT IS THAT BUG BY YOUR EAR.
Google Image search. I thought lice were more flesh-colored, gray. Nope. They turn into pretty big dark mofos.
And Big Sis had a few. We combed them out, and as the louse count increased, Big Sis shook her head at the bounty and observed, "This is NOT what I needed for my stress level."
Little Sis looked safe, and I hoped I was too. But sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, and finding a louse there does not. Dang it. It's harder to search your own head.
If sharing lice with my daughter is a byproduct of all our snuggle time, then so be it, I figure. We can conquer this together, too.
We spent the morning at the drug store, then in and out of the bath and shower, with shower caps on our heads full of shampoo and then conditioner, and combing, combing, combing.
Getting rid of lice requires being, well, obsessively nit-picky. It's not a one-treatment-and-wash-your-hands-you're-done gig. I'm going to be a vigilant Mama Monkey for a few weeks till I can move on to another issue.
So I woke up this morning and immediately imagined lice proliferating in the parasitic playground of my sleeyhead overnight. More combing. Big Sis woke with the same worry.
Is your head itchy yet?
Lice, be gone. We're going to Disneyland.
2 comments:
Been there, done that. I'm remembering the constant itching just thinking about it. VIgilant combing is the most important thing. Hang in there! Sounds like you've got a handle on it.
Using conditioner and blow drying the hair helps, too. Nix and such didn't work for me when I had it as a kid; a visit to the doctor for some Rx killer did, though! Good luck!
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