OK, so I’ve gone from “you’ve got to laugh” to not even feeling like laughing because the plagues just keep going and going. Chaos has lice again.
I feel like this.
Hee! Drama! OK, I just gave myself teh giggles ’cause I can still drama queen with the best
I think one of the worst parts of Chaos’ continuing lice saga is the way people treat me. Not like I’m unclean (although, as you know, I am) or like I don’t keep Chaos clean or anything, but like the reason Chaos still has them is because I DID THE SCRUB DOWN WRONG and not, say, because she was lying on the carpet in daycare screaming at the same time daycare happens to be having a lice infestation. The note home from school was really irritating. “You have to wash ALL THE THINGS,” it said. (Actually, it didn’t, because the folks writing the note are probably not familiar with the genius of Hyperbole and a Half and that’s too bad.
No, the note did not say “You have to clean all the things,” it said that I have to wash everything again. Yeah, OK.
So I meet Chaos’ bus, bring Chaos home, Clean All The Things, put Chaos in the bath, douse Chaos in poisonous poison, rinse it out, comb her hair while the Bishop vacuums the soft toys and Baby Peanut cries, replace All The Things, remake Baby’s bed, remake Chaos’ bed. We’ve got it down to a science at this point.
Meanwhile, Chaos has this terrible outbreak for psoriasis on her scalp from all the treatments..
It just makes me feel so alone, the way they treated me. I don’t know why, or even how to explain it.
And we continue to do battle with the OTs, who still want to discharge Chaos. Today we got a very awesome letter of recommendation from the pediatrician that says, “Chaos really really needs OT so give her lots because she really really needs lots of OT!!!”
“Ha!” I thought, “Take that, you OTs, Chaos does too need lots and lots of OT.”
And then sometimes it just hits you, you know? Chaos really does need lots and lots of OT. And then I feel sad.
Well, I guess I better stop teh feeling sorry for myself. Chaos is lying on the couch talking to herself and she doesn’t have any pants on.