They shut my littlest one's preschool. Just until after Thanksgiving. And honestly, I'm a little relieved. I kept sending him this last week, though each time, I was a little nervous.
You see, the place was nearly infested with head lice.
None of the kiddos in his class had it. But all the kiddos around him had it. Every day when I picked him up, I checked his little head for creatures that had taken root. Today, I even took him to the elementary school nurse before I brought him home, knowing that I NEEDED to know before I scratched my head raw with nerves and the psychological head lice. ANd before the critters found a home in my home.
They've been fighting the good fight for over two weeks at the school. They've cleaned. And cleaned. And cleaned. And taken all the toys away -- okay, not all of them -- they've stopped naptime. They weren't letting kids back in who'd had it until they'd been checked. They hired nurses. I mean, they worked HARD to get rid of them. But they couldn't.
But not only is this a preschool, it's also a church. Which they're shutting down. Sunday morning services with no child care. Bare bones. This is no small undertaking! Fumigation is the name of the game.
And, because I'm completely paranoid, I'm taking away half of my kids' stuffed animals and blankets and stuff. Because I figure it's less to have to wash later. Oh, and tea tree shampoo, because apparently lice hate the stuff, and my kids love it, so YAY.
Apparently, I can handle cohabitating with spiders and crickets, but you give me bugs the size of a grain of sand, and I'm all about the clean. Who knew.