I know God has a sense of humor. Because right smack-dab in the middle of holiday preparations and shopping and winter hats and coats and sleepovers and choir performances and holiday parties and after little Fidget recovered from pneumonia, my oldest daughter got a special present. Head lice.
Jimeny. The last time she got it was in Kindergarten. It was a full month of special oil treatments and hours spent combing and picking threw her hair. We were lucky to be rid of them in 21 days and never saw them again. Until now, 6 years later. We're 7 days into battle. Some days I don't have much to post here, because I am mostly obsessed with the strategy associated with laundry, bedsheets and vacuuming.
I'm not going to go into all the specifics. It can happen to anyone at anytime and, really, preventing it this time of year is tricky. Her long, long thick wavy hair is pulled up and tight and it's driving her crazy. 'I like it doooowwwnn, mom...' But I will not cave. This silly and ill-timed infestation is not going to beat me! ...Don't they know it's Christmastime?
So I'm cleaning and organizing and boiling hair combs and bands and pins every day. Tumbling coats on high for 20 mins. We're faithfully doing comb-outs and exams for hours at night every couple days. It's a pain, but it's not awful. Thankfully, no one else in the house got it either.
I do think this little episode has helped me lower the expectations I have placed on myself this season (the sewing, cooking, baking, decorations) and decide to do what is really necessary. To celebrate the season, not the stuff. To stop running around like a mad woman and sit for a while with my husband during the evening after the kids are in bed. To accept that I can't always get IT all done. (And what I *do* get done? Well, that's gravy, baby, because I did that when I was battling lice! Yay me!)
Consequently, I am enjoying this December more than I have in years past. Who would have figured?