A few weeks ago, I got a note from the school nurse, the scariest note of all.  Lice. Live. In. Your. Child’s. Hair. Heebie-jeebies.  I read all about the cleaning I would have to do. Number one-wash bedding. I couldn’t figure out how to get the bedding into the laundry room without having to touch it.  Ask  husband.  Thank you.  Then I was informed that everything had to be washed in HOT water.  I put twice the amount of soap & no fabric softener (just in case I missed one, I didn’t want IT to be comfortable) I pushed the HOT button. And then I say, “DIE, YOU @#^* BUGS”

My head still itches.  I followed all the instructions on the box.  I combed & combed & gagged & retched.  We were lice free, life could return to our quirky normal.

We live in Birmingham, a beautiful city.  The country…