So you had a bad day...

There are certain things one doesn't want to write about publicly, but in the interest of maybe making someone else feel better I will share "one of those days" with you.

After watching Joseph scratch his head for a couple of days I finally thought, I better check. Sure enough, it was the dreaded hair infestation. And Rebecca, too. But here I have to tell you that for her, poor girl, it was the third time this school year. Can you believe it? And believe me, I'm beginning to be an expert right now. People ask, have you done this or that? Yes, I've done it all, including spending more money than you want to know and done more loads of laundry than I can count....

I worked on the kids that evening and had the professional lady come out the very next day. (Did you know there were professionals to help with this issue? I didn't the first time.) As she was working on Rebecca, Joseph started throwing up. I thought it was just because he was eating popcorn on an empty stomach (I was letting them watch movies to distract them from getting their hair done), but no, he had a fever, too, so it was the stomach flu.

So, on top of dealing with the dreaded you know what, I had a sick kid.

But no day would be complete without damage to your car, right? I dragged all my kids, including the feverish, sick kid (who didn't want to move) into the car so we could pick Warren up and then proceeded to back out of the driveway. Crunch.

Oh no, not the stroller again. Please let it not be my stroller. But no, it was the tail light, which had been coming loose for sometime and had chosen my special day to fall off the car. So, we took it in a few days later and even though they had quoted me $80 including labor over the phone someone apparently misquoted and it was actually $250. Arg. Oh, and of course they discovered that it was time for our back breaks to be replaced, too. Like my friend once said, you blow on a car and it costs you a hundred dollars.

I have to admit. The first two times we had the infestation I didn't do so well. Especially the second time (It was several months later, so not related.) The second time I completely lost it. Majorly. This time, after thirty seconds of tears the night we discovered it, I actually did well. I've been laughing at the irony of it all. And on top of it, one of my friends wrote to me about an infestation they are fighting in their house of a different kind. I'll DEFINITELY take mine over hers. Mine is conquerable, even if it's hard.

To quote Bob:

Can we fix this?

Yes, we can.



Hope your week was better than mine.