The funny thing about life is that just when you think you’ve got the rhythm down, it changes. And it isn’t the least bit funny.
On Saturday (the eve of my planned Christmas baking frenzy), I shuttled kids to activities, took them to finish their Christmas shopping (twice) and nagged them until they finally wrapped their gifts. Just when I thought I’d get to sit down and relax for half an hour before starting dinner, my husband decided to check into my younger son’s itchy scalp. Oh, how I wish he hadn’t done that….sort of.
Sure enough, some nasty little hitchhikers hatched on his head. As soon as my husband showed me the uninvited guests, I felt my scalp crawl. I swore I could feel them cozying up in my curls. I sent him to get lice removal kits for all of us while I readied the house to put on the market. Okay, I didn’t go that far, but the thought occurred to me.
The worst part of the treatment was the fine-tooth comb – I’m pretty sure I have bald spots now. My husband went through my hair and it turns out, I didn’t have any lice, but I’m fairly certain the experience killed any romance in our marriage 😛
(If not, we’ll get to do it all again in 7 to 10 days to make sure eradication (of lice and romance?) is successful.)
I spent the better part of the day vacuuming, cleaning, and doing 18 loads of laundry. (18 may be an exaggeration, but not much.) I’ve quarantined his favorite stuffed animals to Ziploc bags, where they have to stay for two weeks. All of the bed linens in the house have been washed and dried to a crisp in the dryer.
Oh. My son snuggled on the couch with me this morning. I forgot to vacuum the couch. Everyone is sleeping, so I can’t do it now. I hope I can sleep knowing it’s not done…
(Have I mentioned this was a pain in the $*&^@ and has really mucked with my baking schedule?)
Anyway, it’s 2:43am and this nonsense has been going on for twelve hours. I’m waiting for the last load of have-to-dos that has my pillowcase and favorite blanket. Once they have finished toasting, I will fall into bed.
God, please let me dream of dancing sugar plum fairies, not the blood-sucking, scalp-dwelling parasites among us.
I hadn’t planned to post, but I couldn’t resist sharing life’s little curve ball!
Has life ever wrecked your plans? If you have a funny/frustrating story, I’d love to read it 🙂