And then Monday morning rolled around. We'll call that Zero Hour and Bryce, Patient Zero. I knew we were in trouble the minute he sat up and started scratching his head with both hands. I contemplated my jam-packed schedule at work for less than five minutes before calling in and saying I'd be staying home to attack these little buggers before it got out of hand. Poor Dale couldn't get on the road fast enough! Later in the day I had the unenviable task of calling Gran and telling her the good news. Since neither of us had any personal experience with lice, I had no advice for her other than to wash the sheets and put them in the dryer on high.
As soon as Kari was loaded on the bus and out of
That darling moppy curly hair... gone. He looks so much older now!
For what it's worth, I was able to contain the lice just to Bryce (see, that's funny! Lice-Bryce. No, actually, it's not funny at all. Ever.) I've done more laundry this past week than what I normally do in an entire month. But the real winner of the day was Marcie the lovely pharmacist who told me not to bother with that OTC RidX stuff and instead go hardcore with the rubbing alcohol. Who knew! The cheaper alternative would be the Gold Star answer.
If you are ever so unfortunate to come in contact with these little monsters, give me a call. I've got the method and technique down. I'm your gal and I'm happy to help.