I got a call from my daughter’s kindergarten. And I’m like… Wow, they must want to put her in the gifted math program or something.
Then the nurse says, “Your daughter has lice. Come pick her up immediately.”
LICE?! Maybe that’s an acronym for a gifted math program?
No. Apparently she got it at camp.
So I pick Dylan up from school and then immediately pick up Summer too in case this is a family epidemic and we start having to call ourselves the Lice’s.
Then I begin dialing every local hair salon to see if they do lice removal and all I’m getting is wrong numbers. What is going on here? Then I realize I’m dialing 212 area code. Crap. I don’t live in the city anymore. With the right area code, I finally get a hair salon on the phone.
“Hi. Do you do lice removal? ”
“Do you do lice removal?”
“What? Do you want to schedule an appointment?”
“Do you do – Never mind. Thanks.” Click.
I start googling and find a non-toxic lice removal salon not too far away. Dylan, Summer and I quickly make our way there and find out that we are all infected. I feel so sexy right now.
Then the washing, combing and removal process begins.
It took 4 hours. We watched the same “Mr. Rogers” video four times and if I ever see that episode of him visiting the circus again, I’m going to have to go abuse some clowns.
When we left I really felt like I should have had some fresh highlights or at the very least a mani and a pedi. But no, just insect-free hair.
Now we just have to continue washing and combing through our hair for the next week. Plus, wash and dry all the linens, all the towels, vacuum all the rugs and floors, seal up all the stuffed animals, throw away or clean all the hair accessories, clean all the brushes, clean the car seats and on and on.
I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with all my free time anyway.
I’m still grateful for three things:
1. We no longer have bugs in our hair which is always very cool.
2. The twins don’t have lice because they are a little challenged in the hair department.
3. At least it’s not bed bugs.
P.S. Don’t let your daughters use your brush. Everyone in the house should have their own brush.