That Dreaded Little Word....

Known as LICE. It's been a 2 week nightmare of picking eggs out and washing everything in the house. But it wasn't my child that I found them on first. No, it was ME. I've never had lice my in entire life, but now I can tell you how many eggs an adult lice can lay a day, and the approximate life cycle of a lice. I can also tell you the difference between an egg and a nit. And now anytime my head itches I'm secretly panicking and wondering if I missed one and they're setting up a breeding ground on my head.

It started a couple of weeks ago when I noticed my head itching ...alot. I didn't think anything of it at first since I always have a dry scalp in the winter. Which is really just a nice way of saying I have dandruff. Now that I've shared THAT, lets continue. I decided to look in the mirror one Sunday night and I noticed my head was covered in what looked like little white eggs. But those little white things I saw were actually nits which are the white shells the lice leave behind when they hatch. Meaning, my entire head was covered with lice. I stared at the mirror in disbelief and immediately began to wonder if Kenny had them. He certainly should have them since he came and snuggled in my lice infested bed a couple of nights. But I had to wait till morning. That entire evening consisted of me tossing and turning and itching. I dreamt of lice. I scratched my head and dreamt of lice, all. night. long. When I woke up I looked Kenny's head over and sure enough, there they were. I shampooed both our heads and had a friend look through my hair to pick anything out. Almost SIX HOURS later, I was egg and nit free. And after 2 full days of cleaning and running up a sure to be enormous water and electric bill, I thought I had them under control. Until I found lice again on Kenny a week later. Mind you, I had been checking and grooming my child's head almost every night, squatting behind him and picking through his head like one of those gorilla's you see at the zoo.

But after a week of grooming night after night and then discovering more lice I gave up. I told his  father he needed to shave his head. I sent my baby, with his beautiful golden little head of hair to Daddy's Monday morning and he sent him back looking like a cancer patient....

Still cute? Absolutely. But I didn't ask for BALD. I said buzz cut not " I can see my reflection in my 3 year olds head" cut. Even his Sunday school teacher mentioned how he looks like a cancer patient..... along with my neighbor and her kids.Yes, he may not have lice now..... but he's BALD. But there's nothing I can do about it now. It'll grow back...and we're lice free..*scratches head*....



The good ole days with hair...