My darling husband had just whisked me off to Vancouver for a fabulous kid free weekend (Happy 40th Birthday to me) in Vancouver. It was fun and relaxing and by the time we were headed home, we were ready to be home.
The kids were excited to see us when we got back, although they did enjoy every moment with their grandparents. Then at bedtime as I was reading to my little princess, I saw something horrifying…
After a grand total of 5 years of close, every day exposure to a gaggle of other kids (daycare and school), we have finally been hit with the dreaded head bug infestation, commonly known as lice. Can I just pause to say that everything itches right now. I’m pretty sure we caught it early on because so far I’ve only found 7 live ones and about 20 eggs. Based on some of the awful stories I’ve heard the past few days from my fellow parents who’ve been where we are, that’s not a lot.
So, for the past few days I have done nothing but laundry, vacuum, nit pick, and repeat. So far we are fortunate enough to have the infestation limited to one child and myself. Did I say fortunate?! I didn’t actually mean fortunate. Fortunate would be if we never had to deal with lice. Ever.
The newly revised bedtime routine is now, get in pajamas, brush teeth, get nits picked while watching TV, then off to bed for a story. Fun times!