A lousy start to the week
About 7.20 am. I’m in bed, nursing Toby. Scratchy is downstairs with the other kids; I can hear them getting breakfast in the kitchen. And then he comes upstairs and says “Can you take a look at this? I can’t tell…”
And I sit up, and turn on the light, and have a look, and I can’t tell either.
So once Toby’s gone back to sleep, I get up and start doing the rounds. It’s a horrible job, boring, and we all hate it. Freddy comes first, since he’s the one that raised suspicions this morning. I keep my fingers crossed and hope - but to no avail. It takes one swipe to establish that they’re back, only another swipe or two to realise he’s crawling with them.
I hate headlice.
I’ve checked George and Jack too, and both are infected, though not nearly so badly as Freddy. Barney has to be checked later today - and, of course, so will I *huge sigh*
Bah.
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