Humility

Today's lesson is one of humility.  We may be a foster care family but we live in a mostly clean house and have never had a bug infested home.  I know that, ummm, lice, knows no boundaries, I just thought that since I was 41 years old I was above and beyond getting it. Probably should back up a few weeks so that I can really set myself up for a mother of the year award.  Camille had been complaining about an itchy head. I'd scrubbed her head and checked it over.  Saw nothing.  A week or so went by, geez I'm really a bad mom, and I sent Todd to the store for some shampoo to help her itchy scalp. He says pharmacist wants to know if she has lice.  I've checked.  Nope.  She's prone to itchy skin so I just figured it had moved(horrible choice of verbs) to her head.  Send her to gram & gramps house with her new anti  itching shampoo.   She leaves and I then notice an itchy rash on my neck.  Todd won't really pay attention to it and a friend says to take a Benadryl.  Fast forward a week and we have traveled to get Camille and make the grandparent circuit. Camille spends the night at cousin Emma's house and I get a call this morning from my brother that Aunt Joyce is doing a braid in Camille's hair and discovers bugs.  Oh no,  my worst fears have come true.  After being a school teacher and having the dreaded seemed like weekly head checks, then working in the hair salon, it couldnt be happening.  I can't leave to go get her cause I have no car.  He stops at the pharmacy, gets the stuff and brings her to me.  In the meantime I have a small breakdown, I can't believe the poor child has been suffering from this so long.  I am a very bad mommy. I won't go into details, but almost 2 hours later I have taken care of Camille.  Then it's my niece, madeline, nephew, sister in law, Todd, gramps, and Lucas.  No one else had it, thank goodness, that is but me.  A day spent doing hair and my dad & Joyce spent part of their day at the laundromat disinfecting anything that could fit in the dryer.  I'm not sure if Joyce really tore up the carpet in Emma's room or not.  The littles seemed to weather the storm and weren't infected.   A very long day. Can't imagine what my dreams will be of.  Humbled by my lice.  And now the nickname that Camille has always had will never be the same.  Poor kid.  Camilley-bug. Buggles.  Bug.  little bug.  Ruined forever.