The geekdaughter really suffers from what I call the “boy who cried wolf” syndrome. She’s taken to claiming illness as a direct result of something happens that she doesn’t like. So far example if I ask her to tidy up her toys, her immediate reaction is to claim tummy ache, or that her foot hurts, or some other symptom. Consequently I must confess that I don’t take her very seriously whenever she claims any kind of illness.
A couple of weeks before Christmas we had the email from nursery to say there’d been an outbreak of nits. I looked at her head at the time and didn’t spot anything, so decided we must have got away with it. Then the week before Christmas she spent a day with my mother making Christmas cards, and my Mum emailed me to say she’d been scratching her head and complaining that it itched, and that I should check her out. When I got home I asked the geekdaughter about this, and she said her head was now fine and her foot itched. So I put this down to her usual behaviour, and left it. I think I may have rather flippantly said to my Mum that we were visiting the hairdresser at the weekend, so if she did have nits the hairdresser could find them…
Oh how naive was I?
I took both kids to the hairdresser the weekend before Christmas. It had snowed overnight, so I slipped and slid the car into town, and slipped and slid the kids up to the salon. We were probably about 10 minutes late for our appointment, so I must have made a good impression from the start. It then got so much worse…
The geekdaughter took her place in the chair first, and I started attempting to keep the geekson from playing with anything he shouldn’t. It didn’t take long for the hairdresser to call me over. She told me not to make a fuss or say anything too loudly, but my daughter had head lice. She pulled her hair back and showed me the horrible little crawling creatures.
OK, now I was embarrassed, and wondered how I could have missed them in my checks up to that point. The hairdresser very kindly finished cutting the geekdaughter’s hair, as she wouldn’t leave her with half a haircut. I did call the geekdaddy to see if he could come and collect her to take her away as quickly as possible, but I had failed to take the snow into account, and he didn’t get anywhere close before the geekson was finished as well. I paid, and got out as quickly as possible, and headed straight to Boots to buy supplies. I already had a nit comb, having got one in my Boots goodie bag from CyberMummy last year, although I had just put it away in our bathroom cabinet and didn’t expect to need it so soon! I bought some nit shampoo, and some tea tree oil, which the hairdresser had recommended.
I went home, treated the geekdaughter’s hair, combed the geekson’s hair, and assumed we were all clear.
Until last week.
Last week both kids were sent home from nursery with head lice. So we again got some shampoo, and this time we treated all of us. Both kids, me and the geekdaddy. Shampoo, nit comb, the works. Getting the nit comb through my hair is no joke, I can tell you, and the geekdaughter’s is nearly as bad (and comes with more screaming from her). I combed and combed and combed everyone’s hair to make sure we got everything out. Again we gritted our teeth, got through it, and again I assumed we were all clear.
So on Tuesday when nursery reported again that the geekdaughter had nits, I was a bit peeved. That evening we bathed the kids, lathered their hair in conditioner, combed it through with the nit comb, and were shocked to see nits coming out again. OK, well, maybe these were just dead eggs left over from the treatment last week. We were sure we’d got them all this time.
Then yesterday afternoon nursery again informed us that they’d seen nits in the geekdaughter’s hair.
So it looks like tomorrow I’ll be treating the kids’ hair AGAIN. I’ve had enough now. Someone make it stop, please?
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