In the past few months, fully 15 percent of my BlogHer colleagues who also have children have struggled with that lovely multi-legged gift that crawls up between summer camp and back to school sleepovers: LICE.
Here's my small attempt to help: An excerpt from a a 2006 BlogHer post when my family had lice -- which led to some of the best advice I've ever seen in the comments, so hit the link for the good stuff. Here goes...
Excerpted from Lice Happens:
My son definitely didn't want it to get around that he had...cooties. So I called his teacher, a note went out to his classmates and I called all his homies but I didn't shave his head. I definitely planned to shave my own, but when I asked the friend who cuts my hair, she talked me out of it. Gorgeous and Beijing-trendy, she looked at me with the eyes of an older sister who's been asked to buy tequila and condoms when I suggested she give me an Annie Lennox look. "NO," she smiled. "Come back next week and we talk."
So, instead, she sheared rather than buzzed me. And by the time this picture was taken, I had washed and combed my hair and my son's with enough chemical nastiness to cause a third foot to grow out of our foreheads. Because getting rid of these little crawly nightmares was hell. HELL. I can confirm that my son's a much better patient than I, that he was nitcombed within an inch of his life while I bitched and moaned every second of the day...more
For fantastic advice (olive oil, no joke) and hilarious stories, don't miss the comments from readers on the original piece here. Now go forth and nit comb, my friends - this too shall pass. :)