Montage

I feel we have been living in a montage for the past few weeks. It's not just remembering it as a series of snippets like you would see in a movie to show time passing and people doing things. It has felt that way to live it.

Here's how our montage has looked:
A shot of B discovering some "nymphs" in her hair (just-hatched head lice) and thinks they are nits. Clips of us stripping the beds, vacuuming the couch, the rugs, the carpets. A quick visit with friends outside the house. Shots of B doing laundry. J and Toe rushing to get ready for school. B combs Toe's hair and finds "nits" (really nymphs). B talking to everyone she knows ONLY about head lice. J and B working at their respective jobs. Breathing treatments. Cub scouts. Toe getting a cough. The family stripping the beds again.  B and J throwing pillows in the garbage. More vacuuming. J in the basement sending out HuMn wallets.  Breathing treatments. More laundry shots. B researching late at night about head lice and discovering about nymphs. The whole family doing NIX treatment. More bed stripping. More laundry. Beautiful sunny weather but B is vacuuming.

I have had some stalwart friends supporting me through this, but it has still been mostly a blur. A list of things that must be done yesterday.

The Texas grandparents arrived this week and broke us out of the montage. It has been great to see them. We have continued with laundry, vacuuming, lice combs, a second NIX treatment, etc., but there have been some good adventures with them. Toe had a birthday - a low-key affair with the grandparents and his best friend's family. We had the Cub Scout Pinewood Derby. There will be photos when I can get them on the computer.

Uncle Awesome asked me a few days ago how I was doing. I told him, "B has checked out. There is no one home. This is the body on autopilot."

Toe came home from school sick today. I'm not seeing any specific symptoms (fever, vomiting, rash), but he came right home, had a melt down, and took a two hour nap. That's usually a sign there's something wrong. The grandparents have gone to Tacoma for a few days. They return tomorrow to spend time with us over the weekend. J's birthday is coming up. We just stripped the beds AGAIN (precautionary this time) so there is a nice, big pile of laundry to keep me busy. AAANND it's time for breathing treatment again.

I feel so glamorous.