We did not discover lice in one of our children’s hair last week! And we did not decide to treat our entire family just to be safe. And while we were not doing that we did not find lice in all the other children’s heads, too. No, of course not!
That’s nine heads that I did not have to treat. Nine heads that I did not have to pick through, hour after hour. Because that would take just way too long. And I do not have to do this again and again, until we are completely 100% lice free. I have nothing else to do with my time, of course, so I won’t be doing this. No, not me!
And my children did not hate me because I wouldn’t go the easier pesticide shampoo route, but instead chose the organic method of suffocation by olive oil which, although a much safer remedy, is a 21-day ordeal of treatments every 4 days.
So I did not saturate my children’s hair in olive oil and then wrap their heads in plastic wrap and make them sleep in it for 8 hours, then wake them up early in the morning to start the long process of nit-picking. No, not me! Because that wouldn’t be very fun.
Are we having fun yet?
And of course I am not such a die-hard, devoted blogger that I took pictures of their misery and posted them up on my blog. No, not me! Never!
Oh, my sweet baby. Not happy.
Let’s see. What other things did I not do this week?
I did not trust my 12 year old when he told me his soccer game was at 5:05pm on Sunday when in the back of my mind thought I remembered it being at 8:00am. We did not completely miss that game because of this. Rich did not give me a hard time for trusting a 12 year old instead of checking my calendar. And I did not tell him that perhaps he would do a better job with our schedule from now on, and that I would gladly pass the torch. And he did not then quickly tell me that “Mistakes happen, Honey, I know you do your best.”