Yesterday I thought I might be finally beginning to master this parenting business. Two kids activities with no essential items forgotten, dinner prepared and ready to go when we got home, reader done, kids fed, clean and in PJs. I'd even made friggin muffins with moo. Just a few more minutes until storytime and bed. And then Nits. I was calmly having a general head scratch and I found a creepy tiny little critter. Checking Chops he was definitely infested. We rugged up and piled in the car to the late night pharmacy. Being our first case of nits I put my itchy family in the calm lovely sales assistants hands. The 10 minutes formula in hand we headed home, discussing the finer details of nits while I squirmed in my seat. The process of removing nits is long. And gross. And sort of fascinating. After I de-nitted us, stripped and remade the beds the boys didn't get to bed until 9pm. I sat down on the couch, and the Bella-dog started scratching furiously...
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