|that's not how you nit-comb, you nit-wit.|
TWhew. What a weird and hard few weeks it's been! After being very happy with my progress, I just fell apart. Ate a lot of leftover sock hop pizza or nothing at all, ran around like a headless chicken, babysat my niece and nephew overnight (what an honor -- the first time their mama has left them in 11 months... but 11-month old twins!!, plus Chickadee #1 and #2!!!!), attended my second SJE social event in two weeks (though I wasn't organizing this one, thank God), had the kids home from school on Monday, and then today discovered that we have been infested with... I can't even write the word. AARRGH!!! I am so sorry I laughed at an early scene of Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy when she discovers that her two children have them.
I am so disgusted and freaked out. And broke. Treatment for the chickadees is going to cost upwards of a hundred dollars for a prescription med. I bought all new pillows and a new blanket for our bed, which came to almost another hundred. I'm treating myself just in case - another fifteen dollars, plus a replacement for the bottle of olive oil I poured over my head before wrapping it in Saran Wrap. I'm throwing away all their combs and brushes and am contemplating ditching all the hairbands, hair elastics, barrettes and gee-gaws. I am going to pay someone to clean the car tomorrow. Laundry is going to kill me over the next few days, and I'm already behind. I spent the whole day addressing this problem and then worked for a bit over an hour on a project. I still have remedial laundry to do, and I'm keeping the chickadees home with me tomorrow too, just to be sure they are completely cured, so it will be hard to work tomorrow too.
So, I got back on the scale this morning to find I was at the same place I'd been two weeks ago, after gaining back three pounds. After I got the bad word from the pediatrician though, I decided Dove Salted Caramel Chocolate bites would make me feel better. They didn't. But they were tasty. So meals today consisted of a cup of tea in the morning (I was planning on eating at home after a planned early morning well-child visit). Then, at Target, waiting for the pharmacy to process my prescription, I gave in to hunger and anger and disgust with the world and had a sausage and egg biscuit from their little cafe. Then at home, at 3 pm, one chickadee fed me Medifast cheese pizza puffs while I combed out her sister's hair with a very fined toothed comb. However, for dinner, we had a wonderful traditional Polish meal in honor of Blessed John Paul II's feast day -- golumpki casserole (I did use the Skinnytaste version), pierogies (only had one), sauerkraut and fresh kielbasa, and smoked and spicy kielbasa. Dinner was the best part of the day. And I got to share my love of JPII with the chickadees. What an amazing man. He can make me feel better, even today.