She went to bed on Sunday with dread in her soul. She just knew Monday was going to be a bad day.
When the alarm went off she verbally groaned and was absolutely ticked off to be awake. She got the kids ready, one left early, she took the other to school and then stayed for the pta meeting and violin lesson. She realized then that there was a 100 percent chance of rain for the rest of the day so she schlepped all the way home to get the umbrellas. She then attended the flute lesson and ran a few errands. Throughout all activities that required sitting, she struggled to stay awake.
At pick up, one daughter wanted to go with a friend to get some pinkberry and the other threw a fit about it, and this drove her nearly to tears (because she is pregnant and underrested.), so she said absolutely not and made them stick to the original plan: do homework and hang out until Mother/Daughter hip hop. She laid her head on the lunchroom table and finally took her nap.
Hip hop was fun, but by the time the kids had eaten, practiced and got in their pajamas, she was ready to go to bed too. She fell in and out of sleep during reading time, and they all had lights out at 8:30.
Tuesday was a much better day. She had 10 hours of sleep, ran a few miles, walked with a spring in her step. There was no rain. She had lunch with a few friends, one who had been gone to France for some time and was back to visit. After school they went to pinkberry and then rushed home. She was hosting book club that night so as she was just about to get the hot chocolate bar ready, when both girls almost simultaneously complained of an itchy scalp.
She knew they both suffered from itchy scalps in the winter, but ever since lice, she takes all complaints of an itchy scalp seriously. She checked Lolly-clear. She checked Phoebe-nit! She cursed. Phoebe heard. She kept checking- nit! She went back and checked Lolly more closely-nit! nit! nit!
She thanked the heavens that this did not happen on Monday night, because she knew she would have melted into a puddle of grief. She was still not exactly happy, especially 4 hours later when she had missed the book club happening in the next room and extracted a lot of nits and lice from BOTH of her daughters hair. The next morning was picture day. (maniacal laughter).
Oh I feel for you. Cursed Lice! I still have a twitch when it comes to itchy heads. Many nights where spent picking out nits while the kid tried to sleep, poor kids. I finally forced them to blow dry their hair after every shower, you may have tried that. My head itches now, lol.
hair dryer after bath helps what? I will do it!!!
At least the latter part of this week is delightful. I hope it stays that way.
You lived to tell about it!
It’s about time Third Person Thursday returns – I’ve missed it. Sorry about the lice, but it comes with the territory sometimes. I have to ask – what’s pinkberry?
That sucks so unbelieveably much.
Not looking forward to this part of our future!
Can’t wait to hear what you are having!