Some kid in Noah's classroom has LICE. Oh. My. God. I started feeling itchy just reading the treatment handout that was in each cubby. I'm itchy right now writing the word LICE. I'm going to be itchy until I determine that my child does NOT have LICE.
When we got home from school, I immediately grabbed a comb to check his hair. The comb I grabbed was the dog's flea comb. Hey, don't judge, I washed it in very hot water with anti-bacterial soap before it touched Noah's head. It's the most fine tooth comb I own and its sole purpose is digging out BUGS. So far, so good. We will be repeating this comb, search, scream (child, not me) process every day until I am convinced we've escaped a lice infestation.
I know this is a rite of passage when you put your kid in a room with 15 other children but the germs and general ick are starting to wear me down. They just pass the sick back and forth, back and forth. Upside? He's going to have a stellar immune system by kindergarten. My vacation days at work will actually be used for vacation. How novel!
Fingers crossed we don't get LICE. Hope you're not itchy.