A few friends pay us a visit
Yep that's right. Mark leaves town. I figure, I so have this covered. No sweat! First I bribe the little one into submission. Yes - Mommy is best! Mommy is great. So is going to be a cake walk. I do teeball practice standing on my head. Yes Coach Donna rocks. I am heavin' the heavy stuff around on the field, dragging bases, drawing lines. I got it going on. I get home, collapse - I rock. Friday, I pick the child up early from school. I am getting major points on that one. Daddy who? I am feeling pretty tired, a bit run down but I can do it after all I am super mom. Saturday okay, when is he getting back home? Bad day. Logan talks to me like she is 16. Can't have that. Fight ensues. I win only to feel progessively worse as the day drags on. I drag on. It is then I notice, out of the corner of my eye from across the room (and at a neighbor's house to boot) a small little bug crawling down Logan's face. Everything comes together. Wednesday a note had come home about a lice outbreak, but of course, in typical Speckhard fashion, I disregard because my kid has super uber Gebhard genes in her. Lice! I wanted to cry. I think I did. A series of rather comedic events ensue. There's the trip to the store with Logan in tow. Me trying to explain what RID is to someone who cannot speak English. There is the washing of the hair, the combing of the hair (world's smallest comb vs. head of wavy blond locks). Aftwards I disinfect everything. My head itches - I cry myself to sleep curled in a fetal position. Lice watch day two, I am convinced I killed two off my own head. I beg neighbor to RID my head. No lice. The saga continues as I am told for the next 2-3 weeks this is now my life. Wash, comb, disinfect. I sit in meetings the rest of the week convinced I have lice. I feel the little feet scurry across my scalp only to find nothing later on.






