It’s only 3 weeks into the school year and I am disappointed, but not surprised to say that I am already hitting the bottle…hard.
And I don’t mean of the alcoholic kind either.
Nope. (After last Saturday’s little adventure) it might be sometime before I look favorably on my favourite tiple without turning green around the gills.
In the wee hours of Monday morning, I woke in me bed to find an extra little body had weedled his way into our bed in the night. I might not have even known he was there at all, had Foghorn not been squirming in his sleep and itching at his scalp furiously.
In my dazed sleepy state, I swept my hair across the pillow away from him, (and may or may not have inched him across the bed closer to Hubbster), made a mental note to check his little barnet in the morning for unwelcome inhabitants and then fell promptly back to sleep and forgot all about it.
It wasn’t until bathtime the same evening, when Hubbster sternly told the boys to ‘stay in your own bed tonight,’ that I had a sudden recall of the previous nights events and tootled off to dig out my little black nit comb.
Squirting a giant blob of conditioner into Foghorns hair , I gave the comb a drag through his little blonde locks. Nada. Another. Nope nothing. Phew. Another…oh shit…hang on a minute…is that a….? Oh crap! He’s got nits!
The search yielded 4 lice in Foghorn’s hair, and none in either Bubble or Woo’s.
So I am hoping that that means that we have caught the little suckers early.
This morning I all but ransacked the chemist’s shelf for head lice products.
“That will be $56, please,” the assistant smiled jovially.
I swore inaudibly into my purse as I dug out my debit card, and scratched my head with it before handing it to her.
Tonight I have had the very motherly task of de-lousing my family…whether they needed it or not!
Come on, cheer me up! How many times have you endured this fate so far?