Thursday, July 16, 2009


Lice - The very last word that anyone wants to hear. Throw in some 3rd trimester pregnancy, swollen feet and bloating... and you get ME. Now, I'm not usually one to whine and complain and tell you how horrible my life is.. but I'm really really starting to become that person... slowly...
Somehow I contracted LICE a few days back and shared it with my entire family. (because I'm sweet like that) Yesterday I felt cursed - like someone was poking at my big, pregnant voodoo doll and wishing evil towards our family. It's not just the lice. Really. The past few months have been very hard for us - a struggle that I'm not proud of. Money has been tight, the structure of our house was failing us, large family issues have popped up periodically, my job has been emotional, and lice was pretty much the icing on the cake. So, I cried. I sat on our bare mattress, with mayonnaise dripping down my forehead (lice treatment for pregnant chicks is soaking your hair in mayo for 8 hours), holding my belly to fight off the increasingly painful contractions...and I cried. I cried and Scott held me and let me cry it out... and then it was over. Then I could do nothing but laugh. I guess when things get so hard, the only thing left to do is laugh it off. Scott reminded me that I'm blessed and that we can get through anything together. (He also reminded me that his ex-wife now has lice.. and well, that kind of made me laugh even harder)

We just might be the most painfully optomistic family that ever lived...


  1. Quick, I'll say something nice! I am so sorry, but that story made me laugh.
    Reason #1
    The ex wife got it - high five on that one
    Reason #2

    Laughter is the best medicine...

  2. ((hugs)) Thinking of you!

    Sending some blog love your way too! :)

  3. So, tonight may be an overload of comments as I wait for my Tylenol PM to kick in and enjoy reading your blog (which, by the way, I've been meaning to do for quite some time as you know ... I just kind of suck that way).

    I can certainly relate to the feeling of falling on hard times when everything is going wrong. Sometimes the first thing you want to hear is, "It'll all work out" and sometimes that's the LAST thing you want to hear. All I can say is, "It'll all work out" (but I can also not say that if you like, wink wink).

    Seriously though, hang in there.