|Ignore the unkempt subject in the photo...remember the 'awoke several times at night' part?|
The next morning while doing Mariah's hair I discover the dreaded fear of all fears...LICE. This is obviously where the storm completely collapses in. I spent the next 4 HOURS pulling bugs and nits out and by lunch I'd completely lost my appetite. (It didn't help that I had googled images of lice and saw the worst case scenarios). The poor girl had about 30 little scabs on her head and told me she just thought she had a lot of mosquito bites. Mariah was having a melt down that there were bugs in her hair and suddenly everything was chaos. Upon checking Clayton, we found more lice. It seriously made my skin crawl to see all those bugs. I wasn't even going to deal with him so we pulled out the clippers and gave both Clay and Zach a buzz. That was easy. So easy that we decided to do the same with Mariah. No, we didn't buzz her hair, but I did get the scissors and started chopping. Less tangles and less hair to sort made for a happier everyone. Plus, she's been asking to have it shorter for months now.
Saturday I spent the entire day doing laundry, boiling brushes, disinfecting couches, freezing hair bows etc. etc. etc. I feel like there's no way I can get the house clean enough. She keeps wanting to cuddle and I don't want to be near her! Luckily, the aforementioned bald husband makes her feel wanted. In order to go to school she had to be cleared by the nurse. The nurse checked her under a magnifying glass and we got the go ahead when they didn't find anything. That being said, we know we aren't out of the woods and suddenly I can't stop itching!