We've officially kicked off summer ... got our beach pass and spent the day frolicking in the waves, ate the first ice cream at our beach ice cream place, the little man got his summer 'do, and ... we've got the "L" word - lice.
How is it that I spent a blissful 6 years without having to deal with this? And why don't I remember lice infestations from my childhood?
It seems that my girls' elementary school has had a run-in with the "L" word. At first I thought, it's in the second grade classrooms, my girls won't get it, the third grade is in a completly different hallway and world at school - in fact the one who got the "L" things is on a different floor than the rest of the school (the basement - only two classrooms are there).
So this Memorial Day long-weekend was spent having fun as well as washing EVERYTHING, putting up all the stuffed animals into black garbage bags and storing them in the attic (extra heat), completly blasting what few stuffed animals we are allowing on the beds in the dryer, and going through hair - strand by little strand, trying to get those little buggars out. Then doing it all over again.
Sigh. This is a summer tradition I don't want to start.