The excitement about an extended Grandma Visit is palpable around these quarters – and now she is officially in transit!
The only major problem on the horizon is the fact that the primary school is experiencing the fifth round of lice infestation this spring. And bugs love me.
And, while the latest lice treatment seems highly effective, it also did not wash out. Four cycles with Expensive Imported Lady Products left me still looking like a greasy urchin and I had to tie it all up and go searching for cheap toxic shampoo to finish the job.
When I finished that, I realized that my feet were covered in bug bites – there are no mosquitoes around so who knows what they are – but not just ordinary bug bites, oh no; I could ignore those.
Instead I have Badly Infected Bug Bites Requiring Treatment. This takes the form of using (once again imported, cause I can’t get the good stuff here) antibiotic creams and bandages. Except, you know, I am allergic to the adhesive used in medical tapes. Ouch.
To round out my list of woes, I have lost the little coin purse I use to organize my (also expensive and imported) face powder. Including the contents, which cannot be replaced on this continent.
I’m way too OCD to lose things – it just doesn’t happen – so this is quite a wrenching experience.
My kid commented Mama, if you were a cat you’d have a crooked tail!
Indeed. I do not like spending money on misery, and this lice adventure is adding up to no fun at all! The worst indignity, however, is the fact that putting my hair up makes me look ten years old again. Oh, woe is me!