Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Gosh, I'm Fun

I didn't look this happy.
Didn't do much today - just hung around the house and processed 6 laundry loads of sheets and blankets, piled theoretically lice-smothering goop on 3 children's heads in order to smother any (hopefully) theoretical lice which may have taken residence thereon, watched Fiddler on the Roof with the kids to make up for using a hair dryer on my 10-year-old son, and conscripted David to make an extra lasagne for my suffering friend.  Because no matter how bad my day was, hers was worse.

You see, in an unfortunate confluence of events, she discovered lice on her 2 youngest kids' heads the day before her oldest son's college applications were due.  And her 8-year-old daughter spent the day sobbing because her mother cut her (infested) hair.  And her 2-year-old was traumatized by her older sister's screaming during said haircut. The teen daughter hasn't run away yet, but we consider that imminent.

So, yeah - I won't complain.  Not much, anyway...I even made it to Knit Night this evening, where I probably convinced any childless knitters there to get their tubes tied by regaling them with tales of parasitic invasions.  The life of the party, that's what I am...

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  1. Was that "Knit Night" or "Nit Night"?

  2. Sometimes the grass isn't greener on the other side.

    David makes lasagna? Should I send my address?

  3. Watching Fiddler on the Roof probably kept all of you alive.

    Gosh, I can't imagine the stress of a college application AND lice in one day. Your friend might be superman in disguise! (or superwoman).

  4. That poor woman. It does give you perspective as you sit idly picking nits, right?

  5. Nit Night. . . .I'm cracking up over here even if it wasn't intentional.

  6. My oldest blamed my youngest for bringing them home from school, when, come to find out, oldest was getting them from the headphones in the high school French class. Which the school found out after we went through 75 lbs of laundry detergent on that one. Ah, the good old days!

    (Crisco. Suffocate them with Crisco on the head and wrapped in plastic wrap overnight. Gross, but nontoxic and works better than anything on those store counters.)