I'm in hell. I got a call from my daycare provider at about 2:15pm. The Boy has HEAD LICE! I want to shrivel up in a ball of shame. I know we keep our house clean, and I know that we bathe the boy regularly, therefore our heads should be free of bugs. NOPE!!! Damn it all to hell. Right before we go away for the holiday too. Do you think this could have happned before the biggest picture taking event of the year besides the boy's birthday!?! Nope.
Right after I got the Boy home from daycare he was asleep in the car seat. I took the opportunity to search his head myself. Damned if I didn't find 2 little black bugs. Squished them between my fingers. They had been feeding on my sons little head because I got some lovely bloody spurts. Anyway, he woke up at that point so I dragged him and and gave him to J so I could go to the drug store and buy the de-lice-er shampoo. The next hour after that was my son transforming into satan embodied as we shaved his little head, stripped him and I down, got us in the tub where I held him still while J rubbed the shampoo into him. The stuff has to stay on for 10 minutes so I kept him as still as possible. About halfway through he just gave up and rested his head on my shoulder, saying in a sad little voice, "Mommy, out!". We rinsed him off and then the joy of having my husband check me for bugs. Am all clear thank you.
I'm now in the hell of vacuuming, washing or tumbling in the drying anything that could have been in contact with my sons head. I'm about half way through my evening and I have a container of Caramel Cone Explosion Haagen Daz waiting for me when I'm done. Who says ice cream can't make the world better...
Ciao for now.
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