I have two huge fears as a mother. Two things that are pretty inevitable, but horrifically scary to me.
1. A stomach flu raging through a family of 6. Gross.
2. Lice.....even grosser to me. And now your head itches just thinking about it.
Well, it happened. We got lice. Ok actually Isabelle got lice, but WE got to deal with it. A month ago, there was a small outbreak after a church event with a horse riding helmet. We didn't get it, but at that point I was overly paranoid. Anytime Isabelle scratched her head, I used my monkey skills to start picking. Never found anything. Last week she scratched in the same spot a couple of times. Once I figured out what I was actually looking for, I may have frieked out. Luckily we caught it super early. One adult and a very fresh, small batch of hatched eggs. Mike ran to the store for the "Stuff" and came back to help with the madness. He buzzed boy heads and checked them. I went a little crazy. Everything that could be washed was put in garbage bags to be washed. Everything that couldn't be washed I sprayed and vacuumed more than once and spent the next two days cleaning every nook and cranny in my house, pulling out furniture and everything. My poor washer and dryer were running non-stop for days. No one else had anything, but I felt itchy for days. (how many times have you scratched your head reading this post?)

Isabelle was a little champ. We were all up late that night (started this adventure at 7:20....bedtime). When we were sitting there combing and combing we had this little conversation.
"Mom, do I have to go to school tomorrow?"
"No, honey, it's almost 11"
"Can I sleep in?"
"Absolutely!"
"Like sleep in past breakfast?"
"Absolutely!"
"Like sleep in til almost lunch?! I'm SO tired!"
It was a horrible night where I crawled into bed well after 1. But as I was laying there trying to settle my mind, I thought of all the little tender mercies from the day. Mike was home that evening. He was possibly going to be at a dinner for work and ended up not going. I didn't have to go to the store at 7:30 at night with 4 kids and lice. I got to enjoy some mommy/daughter time as we spent 2 hours combing her beautiful hair and talking about boys, school, friends, and other 6 year old interests. Best of all that was the day Spencer learned to suck his thumb. Every night he eats at 6:30 and then off and on eats, cries, sleeps, cries, and plays until 10:30ish eats and then goes to bed for the night. This night, he layed on our bed and sucked his thumb and didn't make a peep until I got to him at 12:30 to feed him and get him to bed for the night. Such a blessing to me.

The boys new hair dos. I don't like them all one length, but in this instance, I didn't care. "JUST CUT IT OFF!" Haha. Luke always looks so old after a hair cut.
We survived, but lice is as horrible as I had pictured it to be. I have been doing a few more prevention techniques. Isabelle's hair is up for school A LOT now, bun, braid, etc with some hair spray (lice can't attach as well, not to mention it's helping with that homeless child look she's been sporting most of the year). Lots of blow drying wet hair (kills live lice, but not eggs). Let's hope we don't have to do that again!