A picky situation

Well my life has been over come. Over come with something I always thought "it will never happen to me." But the truth of it all, it has happened to me/us. Much to my dismay one of my children has come home with lice. Yes, lice. I'll let you all gag and ugh for a moment.

Lice is disgusting. I won't go into the details of it as I know as a reader I wouldn't want to hear about it that in-depth.

But I never knew how much of an upheaval it can be. I do believe I am on approximately load 3456 of laundry. I imagine the condo-board isn't all that pleased with me as they foot the water bill. I never before knew that I could honestly fit three pillows into my washing machine and dryer. It takes approximately 58 minutes for three pillows to dry in my dryer.
My vacuum has never run so long at one time either. Another thing I never knew, how many people would gasp when we mentioned that lice has entered our home. But then they all try to cover their gasps with some soothing words like "It happens so easily" or "Once it's in the classroom ALL the kids get it".

And to be completely honest, I never realized how dirty or ashamed I would feel having to call people we had recently been in contact with and tell them to check themselves and their children. I also never realized how long those conversations could become as everyone has a lice story they need to share with you. As I know all these people mean well and I probably would have done the same I don't think anyone realized that I had to go switch laundry/fold/vacuum/ wash/nitpick.

I would love to say that the hardest part of dealing with it all was having to pick at Trent's thick curls for five hours and then resort to shaving his head to see better anyways. That alone was enough to push me over the edge...well not quite it just pushed me to go guzzle a beer to calm myself a little.

Throughout the five hours of nit-picking Trent sat so still and quiet, he actually fell asleep for almost two hours of it. He must have known in his soul that this is what needed to be done, as he didn't make much of a fuss. For me to get through the five hours and head shaving I just kept telling myself over and over that things could be so much worse. As grim as my life seemed at that moment it really could be worse. I wasn't sitting at a sick child's bedside for five hours, I wasn't shaving a head due to cancer or brain surgery... it was lice.

At the end of the day it was lice and it was gross and horrible and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. But I guess that my worst day this past week was still sooo much better that someones best day. I got to sit with my son for five hours. I guess I should just be thankful I still have him to sit with.

As for the lice, I know exactly where they can go.... for if they come back they will once again have me to deal with.