This is the first I’ve blogged about this, but SD has lice again. She found one late Saturday night. I then found some nits on DD Sunday (a fear I’ve had since she was born). I’ve had luck getting them off DD and vacuumed the house like a fiend. Today (Wednesday) was the first time we had SD since Sunday afternoon. I’d been saying to DH for days that she needs to be checked the next time she comes. He would mention it to her and say things like “I can check you if you want.” If you want?!? Oh hell no! She’s getting checked whether she likes it or not. I think BM (And SD) believe that they can just use the shampoo and spray the spray on their furniture and be done with it. Now I’m no expert and this is the first time I’ve had to really deal with it but I Googled like it was my job, finding out what I can about lice and getting rid of them.
When we got home this evening, DH told SD he was checking. This was the following exchange:
SD: “This is gay.”
Me: “That’s not appropriate.”
SD: “This isn’t appropriate.”
I was in the other room by the time her father chimed in and I just about died! “Shut up” isn’t something we usually say and I’ve maybe heard him use it one other time when he was just fed up with what she was saying.
DH brushed through her hair and found some. He then suggested I go through it too. I was more than happy to help, mainly because DH’s sight when looking at things up close is not the best. SD was fine with me going over her hair. And this is where things change.
We actually talked! We actually joked! We asked each other questions! We sounded like normal people with a good relationship! We’ve talked like this before, lately when it’s just the two of us in the car, which isn’t very often. DH even heard us while he was playing with DD and mentioned how nice it was.
Both DH and I think that SD realized that getting checked isn’t so bad. DH even suggested that I blow dry and straighten her hair tomorrow before she goes to her dentist appointment. (DH suggested it to SD, but it was basically my idea and I’m happy to do it.)
So what started off as a slightly tense situation turned into a good, relaxed evening.