Let me preface this by saying that I am definitely one of the cleanest people I know. Like, it hinders my life a bit because 80% of the day you will find me cleaning. I prefer my house look like nobody live in it, it’s just a staged property for show. So that being said IT(what I almost can’t bring myself to say) has no economic, cultural, or any other preference. It can happen to anyone. And it happened to me. The night before my birthday. After a already long stressful week. Are you joking me.

So..here is the story. I have psoriasis and when I’m stressed it flares up so I thought that’s all that was going on. So I attribute it to that and go about my daily life for a week or so. It progressively gets worse so I have my mom take a look at it and again we attribute it to psoriasis. Then a few days later it’s almost unbearable I mean… I’m totally over it and a friend is coming over so I ask her to take a look since she’s seen it a few times lately. She takes a look and says yes. You have IT! Instant panic sets in. Shut up. Oh no. What do I do. Get it out now. I still cringe at even the thought of saying it. But headlice. Yes. Headlice. Oh my goooooosh!!!!!!!

I throw my shoes on and grab the baby and we head to Walmart to get treatments, combs, sprays, preventative shampoos, everything we can think of because I want it gone this instant. It’s 3pm the day before my birthday and I have the longest day ahead of me. We get back to the house and treat Taytum and myself. And while this oily smelly mayonnaise and plastic bag are on my head I’m scrubbing floors, washing laundry, spraying down every inch of fabric in this house including my car. I bag every stuffed animal or anything with fur that can’t go into the laundry and throw it in the garage. I’m a mad woman on a mission to eliminate any possibility of lice.

So I spend the next 12 hours cleaning my already clean house. My sweet friend who I didn’t really give an option to stayed the entire time to search through every strand of hair over and over to pull out any egg, any bug:( anything suspicious.. I just can’t even deal. By 3am we are both beyond exhausted.

Weirdest of all. When we check Taytum she doesn’t have it. Neither does Benson. Or Anthony. Just me……

90% of moms that have it get it from there children because children are so suseptble. They share stuf, have no personal space, and are around so many others every day. I however work at a place by myself that employs three people. I stay at home 24/7 and really only attend church and the gym unless it’s a Anne’s date out somewhere with friends or the hubby so how do I have it. I’ve replayed the scenario a billion times but I’ll never figure it out.

so I woke up on November 25th with six hours of sleep barely functioning. I applied another treatment to my hair in a fit of paranoia and began cleaning some more. I searched and researched the house for things I could throw in a dryer or bag n a black trash bag for a few weeks. I vacuumed furniture again and sprayed everything down. If I could buy 20 cans of that spray I would. I might do that. I shampooed my kids with tea tree shampoo and myself as a preventative measure. And by 3pm I was burnt out. We got ready for the day and headed out for dinner. Lice free.

The only enjoyable part of the day was a head itch free, kids who thankfully didn’t have lice, and a good dinner with some new makeup from my best friends.

I woke up this morning the 26th glad that my special day was over and my special birthday guests were gone. I’m exhausted and paranoid and will be getting checked nightly for the next few weeks. I may even do a few more treatments. I thought that headlice ended after elementary school….I was wrong.