We interrupt what? For starters, my vacation blog post in which I dump tons of photos here. That's on hold. Also, packing. OH MY GOD I SHOULD BE PACKING!!! We closed on our new house on April 29th (yea!), left for Florida a few days later (yea!), and are moving in in early June, and I feel like I have done NOTHING. I walked backed into the house after vacation and let out a sigh of overwhelmedness (that's a word now) after just looking around me and realizing that every single object in sight must be packed and moved. And God dammit, the children still expect to eat every day! The nerve. And like, play. And occasionally be read to. And have diapers changed. ETC. ETC. ETC.
So, I had every intention of really digging into the packing this week, except all of the above got interrupted because of LICE. It's officially lice week here. There's been an outbreak in Georgia's classroom, and they called to send her home Monday after discovering her head was infested. Then, in the yuppiest of all possible yuppie moves, I immediately, (and I do mean immediately), signed us all up for screenings and treatments at a pricey salon that does nothing but lice eradication. In theory our insurance may eventually pay for it, but even if not I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Bugs on heads creep me out beyond belief, and I just couldn't figure out how on earth I could methodically pick through Georgia's hair for hours without June and Waylon wreaking havoc in the meantime. Oh, and pick through my own hair, too, I should mention. Turns out that when kids get lice, 80% of the time their mothers do, too, and I landed squarely within that statistic. Ah, the indignities of motherhood. Plus, I am supposed to be PACKING! So despite the cost of going the professional route, I needed to minimize the time lost to dealing with lice this week, although I'm not sure whether this salon solution has really accomplished that or not. Thank God for Frances, who generously (and bravely, considering the circumstances, I might add) babysat June and Waylon while Georgia and I got treatments that ended up lasting 3 hours! Joe also swung by the salon but was declared lice-free. June went today and had only a few eggs discovered, which resulted in a full, albeit much shorter, treatment. Waylon thankfully was found to be in the clear.
In the grand scheme of things, lice week will not go down on the list of life's biggest problems, but right now? Pain in the ass! Joe is swamped and working late every night, which means I'm running out of gas generally speaking. I am starting to drown in laundry that is piling up, because our washer is so occupied with cleaning all of my and Georgia's bedding that according to protocol must be changed daily through Friday. I'm considering going to one of those drop-off laundromats where you pay by the pound to catch up on the rest of it. Is that crazy? Things are really out of hand. I couldn't keep up unless I started doing laundry around the clock.
So, that's what's up around here. Plus a parking ticket, a shark tooth, an injured toe, and a case of mystery hives, but I hate to complain. : ) Venting I'm great at, though. What's up with you?
P.S. Yes, this is so totally gross, but if you comment only to say "Gross!" then that is not helpful, and in fact, rather karmically risky. Besides, this is my PSA, because I've learned a lot about lice myths this week. There's really no good reason for stigmatizing it any more than say, getting a mosquito bite, and yet it is its stigma that helps lice spread, because people are embarrassed to tell school teachers when their kids have had it! I'm sure none of you would do that anyway, though.
Happy homeowners on closing day. Thank you, Grandpa Dave, for mowing our grass in our absence!
And in the meantime, life goes on. At least we were able to bring a little bit of Florida weather back with us.
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