Last week, my little son and I went to the zoo. My husband worked from home that day, so when we arrived home, he was there. My son asked my husband to read him a book. As the two of them read together, I cleaned up. After a few minutes, my husband came up to me.
“Sweetie, I found this in the little guy’s hair. What is it?” – Husband.
I looked down at my husband’s hand. In his palm was a small six-legged, insect. It was brownish in color. I knew what it was.
“@#%. Holy @#$^. That looks like head lice.” – Me
“Nate. Good grief don’t talk like that.” – Husband.
“@#$%, #$%^, @#$%! Oh God. I can’t believe it. !^&*.” – Me
The curse words kept flying out my mouth. I could not control it. I tried to be quieter and say them under my breath, but it did not work. Thirty years of working with children and not once did I ever come in contact with lice.
The older boys made it through all of elementary school without never having lice. Suddenly my head itched. I went to the computer to gather information. Within minutes it was confirmed.
“#^(&. I cannot believe this. I think I better check your head, Honey.” – Me
I looked carefully in my husband’s hair, nothing. I asked him to look in my hair. The results were tragic.
“Sweetie, I have bad news. I found this in your hair.” – Husband.
I looked down at my husband hand. There it was. The same insect found moments ago, in my little’s son’s hair.
!@%$, $%&^, $%^&!!! Oh no!!!” – Me
I looked over at my little son. He was sitting on the couch, reading a book, looking very innocent.
Within minutes of the diagnosis, my husband sprang into action. Sheets flew off the beds and bathroom towels were swiped from the towel racks. The laundry machine was turned on. I, however, went into a coma-like state. Usually, I am the person who handles the crisis, but not this time.
I sat still for a while and then went to the computer. I had heard of people who come to your home and do lice removal. I made a decision to find someone and pay them. No matter what the cost, I was determined to find a person.
I found a lice removal company. They could come to my home. The service was expensive. College funds would have to be drained. I did not care. I suppose a good mother would have bought Rid and done the job herself. Not me. I did not want to be a good mother.
A few hours later, the Lice Lady arrived at my home. I felt a strong desire to hug her. She told me to stay back. She was kind, helpful and informative. For over two hours she did head checks, removed lice and gave advice. There was not an ounce of judgement or embarrassment. She was an angel. I was convinced.
Hiring someone to do the dirty work of mothering, is something I have never done before. Frankly, I have always looked down at a mom, who hires others to do their job. Not anymore.
Every mother is different. Some moms can handle the lice thing, no problem. Others, do better to have someone else do the job. Hiring the Lice Lady saved my life.
Well, maybe not my life.
But she did save my sanity for the day.