Heaven knows I’m sure I need them.
We found lice eggs on my baby son’s head, so it was time for the buzz. He’s 20 months old and had just grown in the sweetest curls. But he’s too squirmy to have to search through his head all the time, and I hate the thought of putting poison on his baby head, so we just buzzed him. It made me sad.
Even sadder, I keep finding eggs and bugs in my littlest daughter’s hair, and she has never had her hair cut (only bang trims) in all her 6-1/2 years. Her lovely brown ringlets went all the way down to the small of her back. But enough is enough. Luckily she and her Dad just finished the Matilda book and movie, so she is thrilled to have a cute bob just like the lead character’s. And it does look sweet. But me and my sentimentality, I had to shed a tear first before chopping it off.
I feel totally drained. Every morning this week has been spent/wasted dealing with bugs. I poisoned all our heads Monday, but today I still found bugs in my little girl’s hair. Back to the store, more poison, more expensive stronger brand. Damned if there weren’t still LIVE BUGS in her hair an hour after treatment.
I’m going to try the oil treatment tomorrow, see if something more natural won’t do the trick (oil is supposed to suffocate them if you completely saturate your hair and leave it on for a couple hours. And it’s not poisonous!)
Anyway, enough bitching. Just in case anyone wondered why I haven’t had anything intelligent or insightful to say in a few days, it is because my critical powers are focussed on searching every strand of hair for bloodsucking parasites, and my eyesight has been encompassing nothing of interest.
Hope to be back in the game soon.