Lice & Love

I work up Friday and decided I would have to take M to the doctor. Nothing serious, an eye thing. Not pink eye but some weird random thing right under her eye that they can't explain. She gets it every year around this time. She'll get these tiny little bumps, they crust over and she gets a black eye.  It's really bizarre.

Apparently, weird eye things are hereditary.

I should have taken her sooner because I saw it coming but I was kinda wishing it away. Surprisingly, that didn't work. 

I was scheduled for a short day anyway so I just took the entire day off. I thought I would run her to the doctor in the morning, get us packed for our weekend trip to Texas and finish up a few things before our showing.

I had it all planned out.

Then the plan bitch-slapped me. 

I was sitting in the doctors office waiting for our release paperwork with M2 across my lap.  I was mindlessly playing with her hair when I look down and see...something. OH. MY. GOD. Is that...lice? 

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod that's lice. 

And it shouldn't have shocked me because M2 has been itching her head for weeks. Weeks. But it did shock me because I've been checking, religiously. I even talked to the daycare and her teacher had been checking too. Both of us noticed the itching. Both of us checked. Both of us checked multiple times a day. Neither of us saw anything. 

I don't know why, but in my mind I thought we would be able to escape ever having it. I thought we would be able to be one of those lucky families who say nope, my kids never got it. We managed to avoid it for 9 years (with daycare babies!) so I had this inflated sense of security. Inflated sense of false security. 

And I don't care what you know and what you understand about it - there is nothing in this world that will make you feel as gross as seeing bugs crawling around in your kid's hair. Nothing that will make you as paranoid either because my head started itching exactly .08 seconds after I realized.

So beyond the normal humiliation of having to tell the doctor's office (thanks for squeezing us in today and oh, by the way - we brought lice!) and the daycare and just about everybody I know (I mentioned that she's been itching for weeks, right?) I also have to figure out a way to strip all the bedding, treat M, M2, myself and the hubs (we are NOT chancing this), spray down the beds, couches, car and anything else any of us has touched (or maybe even just looked at because we are NOT chancing this) AND get my house put back together and looking pretty because we have a showing that night.

I've only treated the girls (do you have any idea what a tedious thing that it?) when I have to stop and put the house back together. I get the girls cleaned up, put away all the treatment stuff and start throwing comforters back on the beds.  Pillows and sheets aren't done washing yet but it's good enough. It will have to be good enough. I grab the huge pile of laundry and stuff it in dirty hampers. 

I've just finished getting everything done when I get the call.

They're not coming, they need to reschedule.

Are you kidding me?

I did manage to get us all treated, everything washed, everything sprayed (twice) and get the entire family packed for a wedding in Dallas. 

Which ended up being a great diversion. Besides the fact that I was paranoid and didn't want to hug anyone. 

The wedding was absolutely beautiful. They had a great ceremony and a fun reception - everything was perfect.  

We spent the next day playing at Dave & Busters and walking the mall. I got really lucky because we met up with another friend of ours that lives in the area and he distracted hubby while I cruised the mall. My husband hates the mall so we rarely go. And when we do I get a lot of "Can we go now?" "Are you done?" But this time I got to make it through the entire mall. Unrushed. It was so much fun. 

One funny story from the weekend trip:  I'm a Sooner girl and any good Sooner fan understands that when you enter into rival territory, you have to represent. So every time I go to Texas I wear an OU shirt. This has always worked out amazingly well for me and I've always been proud to declare my Sooner love. 

After the wedding and dinner, I had changed back into my travel clothes to go sit out on the hotel patio to visit and have a few drinks. The entire wall leading out to the patio/pool was glass with a gazillion weird doors with the tiniest little handles I have ever seen. I tried one but couldn't get it to open. I slightly more aggressively tried another. No luck. Then a hotel staff member rushes over and directs me to the normal looking glass door that is standing wide open. I realize then that what I've been trying to open aren't doors at all but rather a huge constructed glass wall.  

As he's leading me to the door (because someone that dumb requires a guide to walk 10 feet) he looks at my shirt and says "Oklahoma, huh?" 

It was so funny I couldn't even be embarrassed. Way to represent, Amber.

What's up Texas?