It’s not so much that I mind the headlice – sure all of the laundering, freezing, scorching, treatment-giving, and nit-picking etc. is a royal pain, but I can deal with that.
I don’t really even mind driving the kids to their two different schools to have them checked out by their nurses before being allowed back into class.
I’m even ok with the fact that our little “patient zero” is still too nitty to go back to school today.
What pushes me over the edge is the weather. Flood warnings and wind advisories. Thunder rumbling in the distance. And me, running in and out of schools and drug stores, kid or two in tow, becoming more of a drowned rat with every errand.
Oh, the joy of wet shoes and jeans, and having to change all of our clothes when we walk back in the front door.
I’m taking a coffee break before I have another scalp treatment to give – this time I’m unleashing the pesticides.
After that it’s one more run through the rain with the six-year-old, back to school for yet another head check, on the off chance that he can catch the last few hours of class.
The phrase “not worth the effort” comes to mind, as I sit here, sipping my coffee, in my comfy and dry sweatpants… what’s another day of school missed, anyway?