The story of a young lady raised in the San Francisco Bay Area who moved to Houston, got married, had 2 boys and moved to a small Southeast Texas town. Read all about it.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

I don't want to be a Nitpicker.......

I know that 2009 is not even 24 hours old (at least here in Southeast Texas) but I'd already like a refund, please! The Bear decided he wanted to stay at a friend's house last night instead of partying with his parents. I guess I need to learn sooner rather than later that my kids are going to want to spend New Year's Eve with friends, but I didn't expect him to start at 6 years old. Oh well. He had fun. However......
When he got back this morning I noticed he was scratching his head. After looking at his hair and scalp for bug bites, I saw the dreaded nits. My little boy had lice! After several moments of scratching my own head, I looked at the Bug's head, and thankfully there was nothing there. But I still had to deal with the Bear.
So off to the neighborhood Walgreen's. After searching for the Rid and nit combs, I finally find the boxes on a bottom shelf, wedged between the blue-hair rinse and the hair straightener. Then I noticed the strange thing. The shelf was surprisingly bare. Was there a lice outbreak I wasn't notified of? What crazy Christmas Vacation stories are the kids going to come back with on Monday? Whatever. I picked up enough poisoned shampoo for the boys, my husband and I, just in case. I also picked up 4 plastic shower caps that my mom suggested I get. Thanks Mom!
Back home we went. I decided it would be better to wait until my husband got home so I could have help. I didn't think it would be as bad as washing the dog or cat (yes I've bathed my cat, but that's a story for another day). Boy was I wrong. Bear was easy. Well as easy as keeping a 6 year old boy with itchy scalp from scratching his scalp. Then on with the shower cap. Bug saw the "hat" and wanted one too. Great! This should be really easy, a willing victim, I mean customer. After having Bug run from the bathroom twice, I realized I should probably lock the door. At least he'd be confined. Saturate the hair, throw a cap on, and back to living room to wait. After 30 minutes, Bug decided he had worn the hat long enough and took it off then jumped on the new couch. Oh well, at least it'll keep the bad bugs off the furniture. Off to the shower!
Try to explain to a 2 year old anything. Especially that if he doesn't close his eyes the water will hurt them. It never works. The screams echoed loudly, but the Kiddos were clean. Then they passed out after getting PJs on. The night is almost over, then my husband wants me to look at his hair. Thank goodness, he's fine. Then he looks at my hair. And right now I'm waiting my 30 minutes with a shower cap on my head. 2009 is going to be a great year!

1 comment:

noble pig said...

Oh that's a bummer. My kids have never had the dreaded bugs and I'm knocking on wood right now! Good luck with all the combing!