As I type these words, I am soaking. Not in the bathtub, not in the hot tub, not even in the warm glow of the spring sunshine. Nope, not this time.
I am, however, soaking my hair in apple cider vinegar, the most noxious of the pickling family. (And I might say that I’ve actually never seen my curls so bouncy.) But this is not a spa treatment, not something we thirty-somethings subject ourselves to as we notice changes to our aging bodies.
This is an intervention. I’ve been blessed with lots of hair and tonight, I have been given what I can only imagine is a gift from the six-year-old who said quite plainly to me this morning as I worked with her in reading: “Your hair looks crazy. No I mean really, really crazy.” Little did I know that tonight I’d be working her into my slice.
Slice – S = Lice. Slice of life – f +c = Slice of lice.
Fortunately for me, I have also been blessed with a husband who is racing home, armed with a metal comb and another gallon or two of the potent potion that is currently stinging my neck like a bad eighties perm. (Yes, I am old enough to have had several of those, the kind that took over a hundred rods to turn my hair into Ramon noodles)
As I type these words, I sit in the middle of the living room, touching nothing, waiting. Waiting for my knight with shining shampoo to rescue me.
That was two days ago, and I can say with clear confidence that it was just a false alarm. Though even as I reread these words, my head is itching. My teacher friends know the feeling, I’m sure. And now so will you! 🙂
I am participating in the 9th annual Slice of Life Challenge hosted by Two Writing Teachers.
Oh, this is so true. My head itches right now! One of my little girls was gone for three days. I asked her if she had the flu. “No, we had lice.” Oh good!]
I’m glad it was a false alarm!
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I had a close call earlier this year, too! I know the feeling!
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