Ever played the game of hink pinks? A hink pink is a riddle whose answer is two rhyming words. For example, what do you call an overweight feline? Fat Cat.
Here's another one, a little more difficult now:
What do you call a home for people who are infested with insects that live in their hair?
Yes, I realize that was not funny. Neither was the phone call we got from a daycare parent this morning, saying that their family has been infected with the little buggies. That meant her child had been here yesterday INFECTED and possibly left a few little "friends" behind. And I have no idea how many days before that too. We don't have a policy for this. In fact, I don't think it EVER entered the realm of possibilities for me. I mean, it's not even possible that our family could get Lice! Do you realize how much cleaning and chaos that would require? I do NOT like chaos. I like order. I was pretty close to panicking, and Mitch was contemplating what kinds of drugs the doctor might prescribe me if he had to call her. LOL.
We already had two daycare kids here. We met the next family at the door and gave them the option of leaving while they had the chance. They took it. Then we turned to research. We immediately combed the internet and desperately tried to come up with a game plan that would work. We checked heads. Good. No lice or nits spotted. We stripped the beds and took any clothing from the floors and put it down the chute. In fact, we took every blanket from everywhere that may have been used in the past couple days and sent them to the laundry room. Pretty soon we had an impassable pile. Then we began vacuuming the "safe" rooms. The rooms that daycare children don't go in as often. This would be the place where we would take blankets after they were clean. We moved every piece of furniture in these rooms and vacuumed everywhere. We even vacuumed the mattresses. Still no bugs spotted. We put tea tree oil in a shampoo bottle and everyone got a good head washing. We read that the bugs don't like the smell of tea tree oil, so it's a good preventative measure. At this point we considered ourselves still in "preventing" stage, though my head is itching uncontrollably. Next we proceeded to bag up every cloth toy that would not get a chance to be washed and put it in the garage. We also put all the unused blankets in the garage--if they hadn't been used in the past couple days, we can survive a couple weeks without them. At this point *I'm* actually praying for freezing cold weather! We continued to vacuum every inch of the house, moving toys and furniture and giving it a very thorough cleaning. And we get to do it all again TOMORROW! Yipee. Not. Well, we won't do all the washing again. But the vacuuming will happen for sure. I'm not done with the laundry yet. Here is a photo after I tried to make some sense of the mess that was in the laundry room. Oye Vey.
There are no less than 12 loads here. I've done 6 so far and there is still a mess to go. And let me tell you: 59 min on the washing machine does not mean 59 REAL minutes. It's actually longer than that. Sigh. Oh, we did make sure MJ didn't carry any bugs from the pile to the rest of the *clean* house.
It's 12 hours later now, and still no sign of any bugs or nits. Let's pray that it stays that way and none of us have to have more serious treatment. At least we'll all have clean hair for a change!! I'm still quite a bit paranoid. After supper I asked Mitch to check my head again. You know, just to be sure. It was too funny. He said my scalp was so pale. For whatever reason that made him sick to his stomach. Hahaha.