Monday, April 8, 2013

Thirteen Ways of Looking At A Louse

I
A boy and a girl go to the doctor for their annual wellness exams.
A boy and a girl are well.
A mother mentions the boy's dandruff.
The mother leaves the doctor with the boy, the girl, a Web MD print off about lice, and panic.

II
The drugstore has shelves and shelves of shampoos, conditioner, serums, and dyes.
The drugstore has a colorful display of combs and brushes and hair elastics and headbands.
The mother cannot find the lice treatment and must ask the pharmacist.
They are located on the bottom shelf near the foot creams.
There are only five products, most made from poison.

III
It is the last day of spring break.
The mother and her son and daughter spend all morning and much of the afternoon
in the upstairs bathroom.
She is dousing and combing.
And combing.
And combing.
Her phone buzzes with advice.  Neighbor's bring plastic bags of treatments and metal combs.
Still, she can't see the lice.

IV
The father comes home early to go to a LEGO festival.
(The doctor gave permission.)
The family finds reprieve from the panic in tiny, plastic bricks
pushed together to look like a life-sized Darth Vader.
The boys sees his best friend and the mother runs behind him,
whispering, "No hugs! No hugs!"
Four hours later, the mother is still itching.

V
The mother has had two people check her scalp.
She pulled off every bed linen, stuffed every stuffed animal in the washing machine.
Washed everything in hot water, heavy load.
All towels and washcloths.
Heavy load.
There are no sheets or pillows on her bed at midnight.
She doesn't sleep well, especially when the boy crawls into bed next to her
and shares her pillow.
Heavy load.

VI
The bathroom windowsill is full.
One box of RID, opened.
Two applicator bottles, 8 ounces.
Two bottles of Cetaphil, one generic.
Five metal combs, one with a magnifying glass.
Two plastic combs, useless.
One bottle of isopropyl alcohol, 90%.
One spray bottle of bathroom cleanser.
One box of RID, unopened.
One box of Nit Rid, organic with eucalyptus.

VII
One mother and one father bribe one son.
One Y-Wing Fighter, 458 piece LEGO set equals one buzz cut.
The boy weeps while the mother cuts off his thick, silky hair.
"My beautiful hair," he says.
The mother stifles her own tears, feeling like Delilah. 

VIII
Cetaphil is a dermatologist recommended, gentle cleanser and moisturizer brand.
Two children sit patiently after having poison scrubbed into their heads,
Then combed relentlessly for two days,
Then given haircuts - ridiculously short in the boy's case.
Now their heads are covered in Cetaphil lotion.
They will have their hair blown dry with this lotion coating their hair.
E How claims Cetaphil and heat smother lice and make nits easy to remove.
The mother looks up from the hair dryer and notices:
One bottle of lotion, one bottle of cleanser.
E How claims Cetaphil CLEANSER kills lice.
She wipes the lotion off her hands, puts towels on their pillows, and decides not to tell the kids.

IX
A boy with a buzz cut is vainer than imagined.
He will tell everyone that he has lice -
the neighbors, his parents' friends who walk by with babies in strollers.
He plans to tell his entire class at share time tomorrow.
But he won't look in the mirror.

X
The girl reads three graphic novels while getting her hair combed.
She will stop to text her best friend.
Spring has sprung outside the window.
She never complains.

XI
The mother can't tell if the kids have lice.
She thinks she has scraped their heads dry and all she combs is dandruff.
And now eczema from the poison she poured on their heads.
She is doubting her sanity.
She has bought heavy strength reading glasses to see bugs she doesn't want to see.
The glasses make her seasick.  The bugs just make her sick.

XII
The family has vermin.
The lice and a pet rat, acquired on Thursday.
The girl sneezed and sneezed and sneezed after handling the rat the first night.
Two Claritins did the trick.
After her brother's bath and before bed, she is combed through.
Her hair looks healthy and vermin-free.
She picks up the rat and plays, giggling.
(The mother protested, but the girl sulked and the mother is a pushover.)
After the rat settles back in her cage, after the boy follows the dad to his bed for books,
while the mother is cleaning up the bathroom for the tenth time this weekend,
and checking the laundry,
the girl shows the mother her arms.
She is covered in welts.
The family has vermin.

XIII
This is the moment the mother has anticipated.
This is the moment the family returns the children to school.
This is the moment the mother walks the children directly to the nurse's office.
This is the moment the mother watches and waits as the school nurse combs long toothpicks
through her children's hair.
This is the moment her son is declared nit-free and she walks him to class where his teacher says,
"Nice haircut!"
This is the moment, the long moment because the daughter has long hair, that the daughter is also  declared nit-free and given a note to go to class a few minutes late.
This is the moment the mother walks out of the school, smiling, side by side another parent who she doesn't know and who doesn't know her story.
"Have a good one."
"You do the same."



With apologies to Wallace Stevens.

Interesting fact: Wallace Stevens was 44 (my age) when he published his first poetry collection.

17 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness! How stressful! I hope that you and the kiddos are no worse for wear!

    Now... tell us about this rat?

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    1. The rat is named Eleanor and she is very social.
      Spalding University has a rat race every April (I'll link to the article I wrote on it last year) and they adopt the rats afterwards. My son lobbied hard for another rat (we had one who died two years ago). I didn't want another one. My big mistake was letting my husband take my son to see them without me. The night we brought Eleanor home, Toby sat by the cage and sang songs to her for an hour.

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    2. Here's the Derby article: http://www.thelouisvillepaper.com/mama-likesthe-derby/

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    3. That is precious. I knew about the race, but not about the adoption bit. And Eleanor is a noble name for a rat!

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    4. I can't take credit for the name. She came with it. Let me know next April if you're in the market for a rat!

      PS Eleanor's photo is on my personal FB wall.

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  2. You have had a rough few days to say the least! I hope that you will be able to get some peaceful rest soon.

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    1. Thanks, Kristi. Apparently, this is pretty common. I feel like I've been initiated into another realm of parenting.

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  3. Next time try: real mayonnaise, not the "lite" version, slathered on the head and then wrapped in Saran wrap smothers the pest. I promise, you will SEE dead varmints.

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    1. Thanks, Randi. I've read mixed things about mayo. Cetaphil is recommended. All is well now. Still not convinced Fi had anything.

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  4. This is the plague of parents everywhere! When I worked pediatrics I got it twice in the same year!My kid didnt get it! UGH! I must have scars on my scalp from burning it with all that RID and poisonous crap! Sounds like your kids were troopers...I just whined and did more and more laundry!

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    1. You aren't kidding, Zoe. I worry that I was super exposed to it (my son crawls into our bed every night), but I've had three people check me (not thoroughly, so that worries me). No one found a thing on my head. Still, I itch.

      Twice in one year. Ug. I'd whine too.

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  5. Wow, what a weekend and one of my lifelong phobias! Do I have permission to put your name in the vermin column on my call for emergency advice list?

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    1. Yes, Jeff, I am here for you. But you've gotten 2 out of 3 kids out of childhood without the vermin. You must be doing something right.

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  6. well, i'm certainly glad i'm not the only louse house. the little people who parade through my house bring with them all sorts of special treats - lice, scabies and foot and mouth. for the longest time i was horrified. i steam cleaned carpets and furniture weekly. i put carseats and non-washable items in our extra freezer. i washed load after load of bedding.

    lately i've been much more relaxed. i hand my husband and teenage daughter the bottle of nix and say why don't you have a precautionary shampoo this morning. tea tree oil is also very effective and less toxic but sometimes, late at night, i say, bring on the poison when i imagine things crawling about my head.

    poor dears xxx
    ps we have a 5 year old girl who sometimes come to stay and she sits and pretends to pick nits out of my amy's american dolls hair. i think, christ could we get any tackier.

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    1. At least your five-year-old visitor doesn't pretend she's your mother's monkey and pretend eat the pretend nits. Right?

      Sorry your house has more vermin than mine. Boo on the vermin.

      I've stopped washing for now. Maybe I've gotten lax.

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  7. Great read! Drama makes the best humor. Well done.

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    1. Thanks so much, Norine. I'm glad you came by and liked what you read! I've been enjoying your cartoons on SheWrites for months now. Take care.

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