Monday (the 12th) I was doing Makenzy's hair (as I am walking out the door for work and to take her to her Mamaw's house) and spotted some crawly creatures! Yep - Makenzy had lice! YUCK - I was completely freaked out. I have never had lice in my entire life. And yes - she gave them to me! They must have hatched (shuddering as I type that) Sunday night while we were sleeping. I only had one, but I pulled a good 20+ live ones from Makenzy's head and even more nits. How could I have not noticed the eggs? I wash and blow dry her hair every night and brush and fix it every morining. I now check her head every morning and every night (trying not to give her a complex about it). I never want to go through that again. And I hated having to put Makenzy through all of that! but most of all - was furious that my two year old thought she had "spidas" in her hair. Is it bad that I actually felt anger toward "Tasha" (you'll find out more about her in a few paragraphs) for beating up my princess and then giving her lice? (I have since directed my anger toward Tasha's hillbilly mother and Flip N Twist Gymnastics)
So - the only place she could have gotten these "bugs" was from gymnastics. She hadn't been in the church nursery and is not around any other kids that she could've contracted them from. So, I call the gym to give them a heads up and let them know so that they should notify the other kids in her class. Well, the Director of the gym was obnoxiously defensive and rude the second I said "My daughter......lice.....had to have gotten them at gymnastics....).
At one point in the conversation the Director actually said "What are you going to do when she gets lice from school - keep her at home for the rest of her life?" That's when my redneck Burton side (read: Dad) came out of me - she shows up from time to time (I should get a name for this alter-ego of mine - Beyonce has one!) I replied (very redneckishly - is that a word?) "Thanks for your interst in my parenting ability, but my daughter is not in school, she is only two years old and should not be having to deal with this". That was followed by - a very sarcastic "Well, where is your daughter during the day since you work?" At that point "Roxie" (that will be my alter ego name - it was my grandmother's (Dad's mom) name and she was one fiesty mama-jama) wanted to put my/her hand through the phone and choke her to death. I told her that it was non of her business where my child was while I was at work - but that she was the only child in both residences.
Not once did I accuse the gym - in fact I kept saying that I thought she got them from the little girl (a.k.a Tasha) in her class that got her in a head lock and scratched Makenzy's face the week before. That was the only head to head contact that Makenzy had with any kids. Anyway - to make this long story short, we have pulled her from the gym and are starting a new gym in February. I would have been willing to switch Makenzy to a "Tasha-less" class - but after the way I was treated by the Director, I refuse to send my child to a place that doesn't care about her. I wanted to start her at the new gym initially, but it is much more pricey. I am willing to spend the extra cash in order to deal with nice coaches that care about the welfare of my child!
So - the critters were pretty much gone by Wednesday. Thursday her Mamaw called me and said that Makenzy woke up from her nap with a 101 fever. So, Friday I took her to the pedi and she has an ear infection. Last week was just not her week!
She's finally starting to feel better - only a few more days on antibiotics and she should be good as new.
FUNNY STORY:
Me and Makenzy were playing with her Backyardigans memory game. She turned over the one with the character Tasha's picture on it and said "Look Mama - there's mean ol' Tasha, she gave me buggies" After I could catch my breath from laughing so hard I said "you are right sweetie, she sure did"
-Now everytime she turns over the "Tasha" cards she always says "There's mean ol' Tasha"
This week has been much better - I'm hoping it stays that way!
Note: Dad: I was not directly calling you a redneck (you were in your younger years - but now you're a pretty classy guy)! But - you can't deny that your family is from Hazard Kentucky and that is pretty redneck. Now that I think about it - Mom might be a little more redneck than you when she gets mad! :) She wanted to go to gymnastics and confront Tasha's mom about the lice - I had to hold her back! LOL
