
One word: Lice.
First strep, and now this. And yes, I am totally serious. While drying the kids' hair last night after their showers, I discovered lice in Audrey's head and nits in Jack's. Pretty sure Will made out Scot-free, but I treated him (and me) just in case considering they share the same breathing space letalone hairbrushes!
It was a long evening that included a late night CVS run to get supplies and more (and another one today -- I cleared their shelves). On the silver-lining side of this, I discovered Martha's new Organizing magazine and promptly snatched it up! Something good had to come out of all of this, right!
After treating them with good old pesticides (no natural or homeopathic stuff for us, treat aggressively and hopefully treat once), I tore Audrey's bedroom apart and began the long laundering process. I was up until 2 AM, and now, it's 24 hours later and I'm still at it with more bedrooms to go. And because it's winter, it means all of their coats (which share the same hooks), hats, mittens, and more. Don't even get me started on our multiple king-size beds (each with at least 3 heavy blankets and comforters that only fit into the washer one at a time) or the pretty decorative pillows I toss here, there, everywhere...
It's all good, though, and it really could be so much worse! We will get through this. I'm determined. The kids are in high spirits and think this is one big adventure. Being out of school is exciting, and thankfully they are keeping each other entertained. I have a fairly full fridge, and we really don't have to be anywhere. The school nurse checked their classmates and from what I gather, it hasn't spread (though letters did go home telling of the outbreak, meaning we are the lucky family #3 to deal with this -- apparently it's policy not to send notices home until it shows up in two, usually three kids in one class ). She's going to check me tomorrow since Eric hasn't been home during daylight hours.
We'll also visit Target tomorrow and get new pillows for all (like I said, I don't mess around). Then we'll all gel up again and do some more picking. (Eewww, I know.) We'll manage.
Years ago I would have died to learn anyone I knew had this, and today I'm blogging it for the world to see! But I know (after Audrey's little birthday bout) that lice really only like clean hair and clean environments, and so I will take it as a compliment (advice offered by a kind friend today). There is a stigma, for sure, but [I think] it's more important to get the word out so we can all be extra watchful over our own than to be quiet and embarrassed... (truth be told, I'd really rather be the one doing the watching over and not doing the telling...)
Keep us in your happy thoughts, especially when throwing in your own washer load (or 40)...