This is what I wore Monday. I really like the whole suit. I took this picture before I ran the children to school for yet another head check.

My boy passed, but the two girls still had live varmints. I brought them home, stopping by Walgreens on the way to pick up the stuff I had used on the boy and treated them quickly, hoping to get them in class so I could get to class myself. I took them back to school, and although the nurse found no active lice on their heads, she would not let them go to class. Angry and frustrated does not begin to tell the tale.

But, I decided to make a fun day of it until my mom got off work at 2. I figured we would go to Target and Burger King. I drove into Wilmington. I drove all the way to Target. And reached in my backpack to get my wallet, only to discover that I had left it on the table with the box from the lice shampoo. Back home. Get wallet. Back to Target, where I bought nothing. Then to Burger King, where I bought lunch times three. Then to Kmart where I bought candy for the girls and a water for myself, and then I let them sit on the merry-go-round while I sat on the bench and we just enjoyed the beautiful day. And it was beautiful.

And I really hope that my kids remember that we had shopping and lunch and fun, and not that they had lice.

I did make it to school for my last class, which was meeting for the first time. It’s a three hour once a week writing workshop class. Then I did what I do every Monday–homework.

This is what the library looked like at 7pm, as I was making a list of all my homework assignments, in due date order, for the semester. Except that changed today, when I got to Positive Psych and was greeted with a modified syllabus. It’s basically just spreading the reading out instead of the clumpiness with which it first appeared. We also found out there will be mandatory articles each week, in addition to what’s in the syllabus already. Oh, and a mindfulness/meditation journal. And a gratitude journal later this semester. This is the third class which requires a journal this semester. Have I mentioned I am still doing the morning pages? Well, most days. You know, when I don’t lose an hour on head checks.

The entire day was not lost however, because I came home to these. They are absolutely stunning in person, and they fit. And they have straps, so they will stay on my feet!

And that was Monday!

Tuesday, I wore this. I’m not in love with this skirt and I think someone else may appreciate it more than I do.

They maybe can buy it from the thrift store with these shoes, which originally came to ME from a thrift store. I love the look of them, but I walked out of them more times that I can count today, and ended up with a couple of blisters. They are outta here!

I spent another hour this morning at the elementary school, getting the girls rechecked. Yep, the same ones that didn’t have lice at 10am yesterday. They were inspected, and inspected, and inspected. And I also got to meet with the school social worker, because this has been going on so long.

When I got home, from school and errands, I discovered that I had missed my last book delivery and have to go the post office tomorrow. I nit-combed three heads. I tried to fix the washer which has decided again that it is not receiving communications from the control panel–though how it can tell me this I do not know, since I have to start the diagnostic process by pushing buttons on the control panel.

And I found out that the school nurse at the elementary school is also the school nurse at the middle school. I found this out because my middle son told me how he got pulled out of class today to have his head checked. And so did his brother. So, basically the school nurse used her knowledge of what was going on in one location to single out students in another location for head checks. No referral, no scratching, nada. And they were clean. Of course, I had been telling her that the elementary school students were the only ones in my house with a lice problem for…since it began.

Yeah. I am a bit pissed that my kids’ right to privacy and the sanctity of their persons were violated this way. And the more I think about it, the angrier I get. Someone in authority has touched my children without just/probable cause. That f*cking infuriates me.

I better go take a shower now, before I start writing scathing emails to the school board.