As you probably guessed from the title of this post, something not very nice happened in our house last Friday… Yes, these horrible monsters called lice used Second Daughter’s hair as a medium to invade our home.
Now as most of you know, First Daughter has gone back to Switzerland to live with her Dad, which means that I only had one child to set lice free. And this fact is what made me write this post for Flashback Friday, as this event sent me right back to my childhood and the memory of having lice myself. I think we have to stop kidding ourselves like I did, feeling smug that I had managed to avoid this pest all these years, using lavender oil on my two long-haired daughters. The probability of our kids getting lice during their school years at least once must be close to 100%. So yes, it happened to me as a kid too, and of course I promptly and kindly passed them on to my brother and sister. I am therefore having a very sympathetic thought for my poor Mum right now, who had to deal not with one but with three lice-infested kids!
It happened like this for us: I dropped off Second Daughter at the hairdresser last Friday afternoon, arranging to pick her up again an hour later. Second Daughter was so looking forward to getting her hair done in time for going back to school. And we all know how important that first day of the new school year is, right? So imagine how she felt when the hairdresser found lice in her beautiful hair and called us to say that she was very sorry but could not go anywhere Second Daughter? Well, she burst into tears as soon as she got into the car. That is how she felt.
So instead of going to the restaurant and watching a movie all together as planned, we spent the evening:
- Rushing to the chemist to get treatment for all three of us as well as a spray for the car, furniture and rugs
- Using said treatment on our hair (it stinks like hell)
- Going through Second Daughter’s hair for two hours with a fine, special comb, removing the culprits
- Losing count of how many times we switched the washing machine and the dryer on
- Putting anything that had come near us, the beds or the sofas and could not been washed at 60° in big bin bags, closing them tight and storing them for the week to come
- Grabbing a quick bite to eat in the form of pesto spaghetti before going back to our lovely tasks
- Arguing because of the stress and tiredness of it all
This was definitely no fun. We then collapsed into bed, Second Daughter wearing a thick winter hat, as I could not be totally sure that there was nothing alive left in her hair. The following day, we treated Second Daughter’s hair with a different, gentler and less foul-smelling lotion as a precaution, and I then spent another two hours going through her hair with the comb and a pair of tweezers.
I believe we succeeded in eradicating the bastards. And I sure do not want to see them ever again.
More flashbacks here: Cafe Bebe.