Louse in the House!

We were invaded by head lice. Asher and I felt the same way about the whole situation.

 

 

Asher had it really bad and the big boys, just like a normal outbreak I guess. I got it too. Guess that's what I get for being a thick-haired snuggler.

 

Asher did not approve of the nit picking as you  can see from the above picture.

We finally settled on a method using cetaphil to cover the whole head and then blow drying. You have to repeat this process twice, allowing a week between treatments.

 

So I spent 4 hours de-lousing heads today. I did all the boys in less than 2 hours and myself with the other 2 hours. I have lots of hair. Lots.

 

The treatment seems to be effective. At least it gave Asher a  nice do:

 

 

 

This is not how I intended to be nesting, by unnesting lice from their nests.

 

Last night I stayed up past midnight doing what any mother with 3 children, an unsettled house and a baby on the way would: laundry and weeping.

 

I didn't get caught up on either.

 

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In an attempt to simplify things the big boys got buzz cuts.

 

Today Judah was explaining to his dad, 

 

 

"I don't look like Judah anymore. But I still am Judah. I can't tell I'm Judah anymore. But mom can."

 

 

 

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Today there were parasites and hormones flying wildly around the house. When Titus came home and asked me a simple question about our plans for today, I burst into tears, unable to answer. Joe looked at his dad and explained, "This is the THIRD time she's been crying today."

 

Oh my boys, what would I do without them. I remember that the reason I even have head lice to deal with in the first place is these beautiful little people. The reason I have these ridiculous hormones, difficulty ascending the stairs and fitting in the laundry room is that I am about to be blessed with a precious daughter. Most of my trauma stems from blessing. And compared to the blessing the trauma is minute. It just doesn't always feel that way.