L.I.C.E is a four letter word

I mean....literally....and figuratively, too.  At least it is in our house.

It's naughty....very, VERY naughty.  

Why?...because when you say it mommy get's all scared and anxious and starts hyperventilating.  And her head starts itching.....really bad.

At least that is what happened the day we found a little creepy, crawly, egg laying nasty in G-McBabe's hair about 18 months ago (just a few weeks after Mr. Golden Locks was born).

(see here)

 But let me tell you, things haven't changed a whole lot.

A few weeks after the start of school, we got the customary "lice" letter home one day.

You know, the "it's that time of year again when we typically see an increase in head lice" letter?

I hate that letter.

But....not more than I hate the "Nits (lice eggs) and/or lice have been found on a couple of students in the 3rd grade" letter.

That letter came home today.

For a few seconds I thought about falling apart.  (Breath, breath, breath).

Instead I just did a little scream inside......

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

Why now?  I'm not medicated (at least not for a few more days).

How do you expect a "sister" to deal with something like this unmedicated, y'all?

SO....NOT....COOL!"

I looked at the paper....I looked at G-McBabe.....and then I said,

"You do realize we are going to have to do a head check today, right?

"Yeah.....(sigh)....I know."

Poor kid....he knows his mama all too well.  Let's face it....she can be a little psycho.

We FINALLY got to it tonight just before bed....

Luckily....so far, so good (all heads checked, all heads cleared).....and I didn't even panic, at least not more than once.....or twice.  :)

We ended the day with the "do not share hats or coats or scarfs talk"....the "stuff your coat inside your backpack talk" (what are they thinking making kids share cubbies?)...the "I know you love your friends but just don't get too close to them" talk.

Oh....and I prayed.....HARD!

I think we have it all covered.

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The gift of psycho-ism

I have a somewhat sickening, innate DRIVE to push past perceived limits. A drive to go a little further....push a little harder...prove to myself that I can do ANYTHING I put my mind to. It's part genetic....part learned. Benefactors....my Heavenly Father and my earthly father. First, I thank my Heavenly Father every day for bestowal of this gift. It is truly a gift. And without it, I would be lost. Life is hard....it would be much easier to give up. Sometimes I wish I could. But the drive....the drive (sigh)....I just can't do it. I CAN'T GIVE UP! I think Heavenly Father knew I would need that. And that's why I am so grateful for it. Secondly, my earthly father. His loving encouragement so many years ago still rings in my ears every time I want to give up. While jogging with the "family circus" he would point out a spot and say, "Just to there." When we would reach that point he would say, "Okay...just a little further" and when we would reach there, "Alright...how about to there?" Stretching my confidence in myself little by little, making anything possible. It has had a real impact on me...even to this day. Where did this all come from? Why was I thinking about it today? I went jogging. In the rain. I was tired. It was later than usual. I gave myself permission to take it "easy", under the circumstances. You think I would know better than to lie to myself. Who was I trying to kid? I ended up running ladder-like sprints UP the mountain. Just because I told myself I could. Psycho I tell you. Psycho. So it is in life. I have just broken out of "survival mode" and am feeling quite enthusiastic about life and it's possibilities again. Life is STILL hard...there's a lot to do and a lot to undo....and I'm tired. But....I CAN DO IT! and I WILL DO IT! At least...I'm going to try! And I'll take that... ...for as long as it lasts!