Primary School Plague
December 17th 2006 23:34
I forgot the horrors of being a parent in summer! Until this weekend!
We visited my mum one night and of course my eldest son (her favourite) and her had many cuddles and wrestles. The next day I get the call "I think he has nits. My head is all itchy!". O lawd... summer... Children who attend the schooling system... long-ish hair... disaster! So I pulled all my courage together, dragged my son into the sunlight, pulled the hair back from his ears and nearly screamed and vomitted at the same time. There were SO many little lice eggs it was like someone had sprinkled salt onto my poor boy's head.
Plans all have to change to accomodate my infected family. Scratch off the list the sleep over at granny's house. Cross off the list of the scheduled haircuts for the family. cross cross cross. I'm feeling cross. Pile everyone into the car and drive to the overpriced chemist and explain our varied needs. "she's only one, what can she use? I'm pregnant... He has allergies... Will you need something special for African hair?..." and walk out armed, and $200 poorer. Our party bag has extra strength nit shampoo, special natural lotions, sprays, little evil metal combs and soakers.
My husband and I create out plan of attack which takes into consideration how long each step takes, what days school break up this week, the loads of washing we need to do and all the toys, clothes and hairbrushes that need to be soaked or sunned. Unfortuantely for some bizarre logic I can't recall now, my husband decides we do nothing for a few days and wait until the day childcare and school finishes and then have an all out assault on the little critters. So we all just host these little disgusting insects until Wednesday... Sob sob... I line up all the potions and lotions on the counter and stare longingly while my head gets itchier by the passing second.
Due to the fact my mother currently has no washing machine she storms over to our house with three loads of washing from her house ready to fumigate. A few hours later she leaves nit free. "There's a load of my stuff soaking in your machine, can you finish it in half an hour and then put it in your dryer. Guess i can't see you until Thursday when your family is clean again." Great, even more bloody housework I have to do.... And great, she's taken one of our shampoos home to redo herself in a few days, and has used ALL our material nit soaking stuff... So $200 poorer and 200% more itchy... I guess on Wednesday I will have to spend my first day of 'holidays' wasting a few more hundred dollars on chemicals and then have to attempt the dubious taks of getting a baby girl to sit still for half an hour with her afro full of crap...
Form now on there is going to be crew cuts as soon as the first day of summer arrives!
We visited my mum one night and of course my eldest son (her favourite) and her had many cuddles and wrestles. The next day I get the call "I think he has nits. My head is all itchy!". O lawd... summer... Children who attend the schooling system... long-ish hair... disaster! So I pulled all my courage together, dragged my son into the sunlight, pulled the hair back from his ears and nearly screamed and vomitted at the same time. There were SO many little lice eggs it was like someone had sprinkled salt onto my poor boy's head.
Plans all have to change to accomodate my infected family. Scratch off the list the sleep over at granny's house. Cross off the list of the scheduled haircuts for the family. cross cross cross. I'm feeling cross. Pile everyone into the car and drive to the overpriced chemist and explain our varied needs. "she's only one, what can she use? I'm pregnant... He has allergies... Will you need something special for African hair?..." and walk out armed, and $200 poorer. Our party bag has extra strength nit shampoo, special natural lotions, sprays, little evil metal combs and soakers.
My husband and I create out plan of attack which takes into consideration how long each step takes, what days school break up this week, the loads of washing we need to do and all the toys, clothes and hairbrushes that need to be soaked or sunned. Unfortuantely for some bizarre logic I can't recall now, my husband decides we do nothing for a few days and wait until the day childcare and school finishes and then have an all out assault on the little critters. So we all just host these little disgusting insects until Wednesday... Sob sob... I line up all the potions and lotions on the counter and stare longingly while my head gets itchier by the passing second.
Due to the fact my mother currently has no washing machine she storms over to our house with three loads of washing from her house ready to fumigate. A few hours later she leaves nit free. "There's a load of my stuff soaking in your machine, can you finish it in half an hour and then put it in your dryer. Guess i can't see you until Thursday when your family is clean again." Great, even more bloody housework I have to do.... And great, she's taken one of our shampoos home to redo herself in a few days, and has used ALL our material nit soaking stuff... So $200 poorer and 200% more itchy... I guess on Wednesday I will have to spend my first day of 'holidays' wasting a few more hundred dollars on chemicals and then have to attempt the dubious taks of getting a baby girl to sit still for half an hour with her afro full of crap...
Form now on there is going to be crew cuts as soon as the first day of summer arrives!
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