Today was too good not to write about. I mean, seriously, it was that bad. So hold on to your hats. And I mean that literally…
6:58am – Callback from lice professionals. I had left a message at 11pm last night, freaked out that my sis-in-law’s family had lice and we had basically spent the weekend braided together. I checked my kids and found nothing, but smothered them with lice repellant regardless and barely slept, sweating rosemary and mint all night. Our appointment is at 9:30am.
7:30am – Frying up latkes for middle child’s class for Hanukka party we would no longer be attending. Still, the latkes must go on, with or without us.
8am – Call to wake my father for doctor appointment that he already missed once and had issues you don’t want to know about, the second time. Bless the stars, he is awake.
8:30am – Frying, making breakfast, calling schools, freaking out over lice which I cannot see but know is there.
8:40am – Middle son runs in with finger gushing blood. I think it’s a joke from the magic kit we got them for Hanukka. “That’s not real blood.” I laugh. Yeah, it was.
8:45am – Call from dad alerting me that he would be missing appointment again because boils have broken out all over his body. Seriously. Boils. Blood. Lice. It’s officially the plagues.
9:30am – Without a trace of hail in the sky, we make it to lice professions. Whew.
Boy 1 checked, pronounced clean.
Boy 2 checked, clean.
Boy 3 checked…. Noooooooooo!!!
Mommy checked, clean. So they say. Mommy lays with boy 3 every night at bed time.
Noon – Scratching the invisible bugs in my brain, we leave lice professionals cleaned of nits and cash.
Drop latkes at co-class mom’s house for afore mentioned party, pick up library book for oldest son, pizza place and home.
1 -2:40 – Laundry to sterilize every fabric in house.
3pm – Orthopedist for oldest son who hurt his hand a few days ago and is still somewhat swollen. We figure we should check it out.
4pm – Hello irresponsible parents. It’s a fracture. Cast applied, child and mother miserable, Coach Dad inconsolable.
4:30pm – Father at primary care doctor for boils who offers up this bit of brilliance, “Wow. No idea what that is!” Appointment with specialist secured.
5pm–8pm – Missed homework, dinner, never-ending laundry marathon continues.
Suffocate all stuffed toys in garbage bags.
Find children rolling on top of one another playing. Freak out and spray them like crazy with lice repellent. Near blinding occurs.
8pm – Oldest, “Uh, mom, I forgot I need this stuff for school tomorrow.”
8:15pm – At market.
8:40pm – “Time to shampoo and lice comb!”
“You forgot Hanukka presents!” Cry boys 1,2 & 3.
Crappity crap crap.
Run up to get gifts, run back down. Hurry through prayer and candle lighting. Throw gifts at them. It’s all extremely meaningful.
Boy 1 – “Why’d you get me this?”
Boy 2 – “This isn’t what I asked for.”
Boy 3 – A small nod of happy.
Yay. We can still make the 5 year-old happy. That’s almost thanks. Kind of.
8:30-9:30 – Lice shampoo all little heads. Pull UV light off lizard tank for better view while combing. Identify questionable dots of brown. Could be 8 year-old cradle cap or nits.
Husband who can’t find OJ in fridge glances over and says, “I don’t know why you’re driving yourself crazy. They’re good.”
Beat husband with lice comb.
9:45 – Children asleep on newly made up beds. 6th load of laundry goes in.
10:45 – Sitting here writing this list, getting ready to shower and lice shampoo my head.
Feeling about 100% confident that tomorrow will be filled with combs and shampoo and stress.
I am totally bugged out.