Pestilence and rule-breaking

Oh man. Today = discovering lice (which had, terribly unfortunately, been around for a long time, as we found out) and getting it treated. All of our heads, including Ted’s which doesn’t have that much of a natural habitat for them. I hope that their promise of being lice-free will turn out to be accurate. It did take a long time, and they were exceptionally thorough, which we appreciated, but Joanna definitely did not, poor little person.

Also, today = figuring out that the bites I’ve been itching aren’t from fleas from the cats, but are, even more unfortunately, from bed bugs. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW We have calls into various companies and are anxiously awaiting calls back, so we can destroy the bed bugs (as Ted said, “The only good bed bug is a dead bed bug.”) ASAP

So, today was also a massive day of breaking rules. Candy, TV (cartoons at the lice place), pancakes, ice cream, French fries. Yeah. Ted and I laughed while eating the last two items this evening, that the us from when Hazel was a baby would have looked over and been a bit horrified if another family was feeding its kids ice cream and French fries. I guess that’s the natural progression, though: the mighty fall from the position of authority claimed while childless, to the slightly less lofty position based in early parenthood, to the degeneration driven by desperation.

And it’s all ok.

Now the kids are in (their sanitized) beds, the cats are fed, and we’re going to go collapse into our bed and watch a TV show ourselves before we go to sleep.

Let’s hear it for the bedbug company calling back tomorrow morning early!!

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