Last night I had a very realistic dream that I was brushing my youngest daughters hair and found the dreaded 'L' word.
When I woke up, I grabbed the flashlight and headed upstairs to check her. No sign of anything. Breathing a sigh of relief, I crawled back into bed and thanked the big guy upstairs for not giving me more than I could handle.
Then my head started to itch. And itch. And ITCH. I jumped up, ran to the bathroom and began obsessively checking every inch of my head that I could see. A few times I would see something suspicious, and my heart stopped dead in it's tracks - but thankfully those things were only little flakes of dandruff. I've never been so grateful for dandruff.
I repeated this process several times throughout the night as no matter what I did, my head continued to itch. And my husband wonders why I'm tired all the time.
Let's just say, I can hardly wait for the letter informing me 'that someone in the class has lice' to come home from the school.
Bet your head is kinda itchy now too, hey? You're welcome for that.
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