I have a new appreciation for a phrase I use quite a bit: nit picky. That’s what I’ve been today. Literally.
Indeed, the horrors, my household was struck with head lice. I haven’t had to deal with this since I was in grade school, so I was hoping there’d be some fancy new cure. Some magic pill in the uh-um-odd years it’s been since I was a girl.
But no. It’s basically the same drill. Wash your hair in a stinky pesticide, then attempt to hold a rambunctious child between your knees while you carefully comb all the nits out. Then wash everything in the house that you can, vacuum the carpets and couches and quietly quarantine the stuffed animals.
I can say one thing…my house feels pretty clean.
I’ve also learned something today. Boys are way easy. I had Future Farmboy treated and cleared by his school nurse by 8:15 a.m.
As for Future Farmgirl…that remains to be seen. Her chemical treatment didn’t take, so we intend to repeat it in the morning. That is if the non-chemical treatment doesn’t work.
What might that be, you ask? I’m afraid to say, it involves mayonnaise and a shower cap. She cried and cried when I lathered it in her scalp. I can only imagine what it’ll smell like in the morning. But this is what the doctor ordered. And I confirmed it’s a legit treatment, at least according to my trusted friend Google.
So, I guess, we’re in the nit picking business for a few more weeks to be sure it’s all cleared up.
Either way, it’ll be haircuts all around in VFG’s house, me too. I wanted to go short again anyway.
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