HEAD LICE, Oh my god, not again, whining

First off, would someone please call a gov't agency and tell them I am an unfit mother and get them to take my children away? They can cure the lice while I work to get them back.

On Thursday, the whole house was clean, save Lin's room.

Friday I finished ALL the laundry. EMPTY laundry room.

I spent all Saturday doing spring yard clean-up. The girls helped. Bert had been pruning branches. Lots. And lots. It took 4 of us over an hour to pick up 90% of them. We shoveled 10 bags of wet molding leaves left from the fall. I felt a real sense of accomplishment, the yard looked so much better. Bert weeded the front yard. He and my dad started building a deck extension. My house was clean, my yard was good.

Yesterday I worked all day on a presentation that I gave last night. There were things to to tweak. New things to add. But still I came home last night and the house was clean, the yard was looked better, I'd done the presentation. Life was good. I felt productive.

Ten minutes later I discovered the head lice. The laundry room can't even be walked in. There are pillows and toys all in bags in the foyer to keep them away from human contact for 48 hours.

I spent 4 hours last night delicing (delousing?) my two daughters. I have at least that long to go today.

We've vacuumed part of the house, but haven't finished. It's going to take forever.

My head itches, despite the multiple head checks done on me. I can't believe I don't have it, but the three adults who have checked me say no.

I will spend all day today dealing with this. And I HAVE to work at some point, because I am doing yet another presentation TONIGHT.

Yesterday, I was so in control. Today...I'm ruled by a teeny tiny dictatorship of bugs.

Comments

[Jody]

You have my total sympathies.

Also, how exactly did you clear the laundry room that first time? I've never been able to get lower than a few random hand-washables waiting for a full load and whatever socks the kids peeled off between coming home and leaving the fridge door open....

[Phantom Scribbler]

Oh. my. god. You have my sincerest, itchiest sympathies.

Courage, my friend. Courage.

You want I should send you our sparkly collection of lightly-used lice combs? Ha, ha.

[Songbird]

I'll send mine, too. Express.

[gawdess]

eeeeyag!!!
scratching my head now.
hoping they are gone, gone,gone soon.

[merseydotes]

Yikes. I hope Rory and Lin have thin hair. My sister had lice when we were little, and I will always remember my mom going through her thick, curly hair with that tiny comb. It took forever.

[noelle]

So when Mallory comes home today and tells you about a certain favorite band of hers playing in a certain southern city Wednesday night, you should probably just put her on the plane.

[Jen]

Oh god. Thanks for the reminder that my life could quite possibly suck worse than it already does. Not that that is really going to make you feel better. I sympathize. I really do. Best of luck.