One of my friends posted this lovely picture on FB with a sweet little phrase that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy…except that to me, it looked like a grandmother picking lice out of her granddaughter’s hair. I know. Kind of random, but then again, most Texas mothers are going to know what I mean. Lice is the Bane of Public
School Children’s Mothers all across the state of Texas.
Before anyone gets all high and mighty, just know this. Any kid, poor or rich, clean or dirty, popular or shunned, can get lice. Don’t be small-minded. The bugs drink blood, so unless you’re a bloodless zombie, you’re a potential buffet.
My introduction to lice was when Bekkie was in first grade, and DJ and Cait were in kindergarten. We received a note from the school letting us know that there had been lice found on other students, and that the school would be spending the next few days going through everyone’s hair and we parents would have to pick up our children immediately if any were found on them, and they would not be allowed to return to class until all lice, eggs, etc., were gone without one trace… Frankly, I wasn’t worried.
I should have been.
Both of our daughters growing up have had very long hair. I mean, to their waist’s long. And so, when I got the call from the school, I was informed by the nurse that I was probably going to have to cut both the girls’ hair. She seemed kind of gleeful, and it offended me. My daughter’s were always getting compliment on their lovely hair, and it seemed like this woman was taking some pleasure that they would be put through this…I mean, they had never really had short hair, and that can be traumatic for a little girl. I was annoyed by her attitude.
My thoughts as she smugly told me this? Bite me. I’ll figure out a way to get rid of these bugs, and let’s see how you feel when I don’t have to cut their hair… Yeah, there was more, but you get the idea.
And thus began the longest few months of my entire life. First, it took a week before we could get Bekkie back into school. She’s got the thickest, brown hair..In the end, Chef had to sit for hours getting each nit out for days, while I did the same for Caitie’s. Dj’s was a piece of cake… Then, there was the usual vacuuming, bagging up stuffed animals, yada yada. You know the drill.
Months later, as the creepy parasites kept making return appearances, and I’m finally flirting with the idea of cutting the girls’ hair, I am informed by a doctor that there is a prescription shampoo that kills them dead FOREVER, whether you pick every egg out or not. I wanted to kiss the man squarely on the mouth…
What? Are you kidding me?!! I just made Rid-X a fortune, and you’re telling me that all I had to do was pay a $20 co-pay and buy a prescription for $10?
I brought that shampoo home, scrubbed their little heads, bought new mattresses, and we never saw a louse in our house again. And I didn’t have to cut the girls’ hair, either.
I did prove the school nurse wrong, but it was a hollow victory $1000.00+ later..
The lesson here is that I could have just cut my kids’ hair and saved a ton of money, time, and drama instead of trying to prove a point to a woman who doesn’t even matter anyways…