Someone up there is laughing at me right about now...

My day started off well. I was enjoying my second day of my internship. My supervisor was showing me how she does her posting to her ledgers at the end of the month and makes sure that everything balances, when my cell phone rang. It was the kids' school calling to inform me that there were several cases of head lice going around in the second grade and that Olivia had a few nits in her hair. After saying a few choice words in my head, I said I would pick her up as soon as I picked up some "supplies." Instant panic set in because I had never dealt with head lice before. I know it's not an embarrassment like it used to be. I know my kids and my house are kept clean. I also know my fair share of mothers who have dealt with it.

I leave work and head straight to CVS to pick up the treatment kit and bleach. I get to the school and the secretaries smile knowingly. They tell me that it's no big deal and they have dealt with it themselves. Meanwhile my overactive brain is FREAKING out! What the heck do I do? I called a friend to make sure I had everything I would need and she tells me what to do. We get home and I strip Olivia's bed of everything and throw it all into the washer. I gather up anything that resembles something that would come into contact with her head or anyone else's and throw it into the trash. My faithful soldier of a hubby comes home because I am in a total panic trying to get everything done. He asks what he needs to do and I tell him to spray all of her toys and put them into a garbage bags and put them into the garage.

I wash Olivia's hair and apply the treatment. After the treatment is done, I comb through her hair with the special nit comb. As this is going on, I am in a conversation with my friend again asking her what the heck am I looking for? I keep inspecting the comb but I don't see anything. I had read that these "cooties" as she called them would be about the size of a sesame seed. She said that they were smaller than that. I'm still wondering what the heck am I looking for? She can tell I am majorly stressing and says she'll call me later. I then called one of my neighbors who is a registered nurse. She had me bring Olivia to her house so she could look at her head. Of course while all of this is going on I keep feeling this itch on my head (which freaks me out even more). My neighbor carefully checked Olivia's head and proceeded to tell me that she didn't see anything at all. She also said that it didn't look like she had ever had any signs of lice. At this point, the whole world freezes for a few minutes as I soak this all in. I am picturing my house which is thouroughly torn up by now, thinking "you have got to be kidding me!" Just to be safe she checked my head and gave me the all clear.

Now for those of you that don't know me all that well, my motto is panic first think later!! Any who...crisis resolved. She is free and clear (for now) and I now know how to handle the "cooties" if they happen again. Hope you all had a better day than me! I'm off to fight my way into the laundry room so I can see the floor.