Still too busy to blog (mostly)
I've been enjoying the news coverage by the few favorite bloggers I've dipped into, and the talk of my favorite radio hosts (Rush, Medved, Glen Beck, Laura Ingraham, Neal Boortz) I've heard as I go rushing around. But haven't taken the time to comment here. Have too much other stuff to do.
Managing head lice is time-consuming, but I am hopeful all the efforts will put an end to the problem by this weekend. Been freezing items in the freezer overnight, putting things outside on the back porch, vacuuming, washing and drying on "HOT" settings, and disinfecting with ammonia. I have a very clean house and no inclination to invite anyone into it. Fortunately no one besides my poor daughter has caught the cooties, it seems. And they seem to be diminished, all traces almost gone. Thankful for that.
I think it all came from trying on demo wigs at the costume store. And that came from my daughter falling in love with crazy wigs thanks to watching the "Hannah Montana" TV show on the Disney channel. The Hannah Montana character (played by Miley Cyrus) leads a double life in this rather air-headed but mostly harmless sitcom. By night she is rock star Hannah Montana (in long blond wig) and by day she is mild-mannered, unassuming Miley Stewart, "the hippest 14-year-old transfer from Tennessee to Malibu" ever scripted (talk about a Californiacentric fantasy). Her best friend, Lily, has found out Miley's secret, and accompanies her to her rock concerts similarly disguised as "Lola LaFonda" in wild-colored wigs. My daughter has been saving her allowance and now owns three cheap, crazy costume wigs. It's all been good clean harmless fun through Halloween and beyond until she tried on a few sampler wigs at the costume store before deciding to spend her dough on the Barbara Eden/"I Dream of Jeanie" blond pigtail wig a while back. I had stupidly assumed the store properly fumigated the sample wigs, but I won't make that mistake again.
It reminds me of when my son was about three years old and a huge fan of "Sesame Street's" Oscar the Grouch, the grumpy furry puppet who lives in a trash can. My son began to plunge his arms into the trash can in a public restroom one day, looking for Oscar (or pretending to BE Oscar) and I fortunately was able to nip that behavior in the bud before he was stuck by any needles or contracted any foul diseases.
Whoever says the media doesn't influence children's behavior doesn't have children. Or isn't paying attention. Or has an agenda (usually to make money).
Okay, back to my "To Do" list.
UPDATE: Monday morning, Dec. 3rd: Regarding information I gathered from the internet, the two websites I relied on most to combat the head lice were:
The comprehensive but always-to-be-suspected Wikipedia:
and the University of Nebraska Extension Service page:
So far, 8 days after using and exactly following the instructions on the box of Nix (one of the two over-the-counter treatments my pediatrician's office recommended):
we see no further traces of the head lice or their eggs. Keeping our fingers crossed that is the end of it.
I am offering no endorsement of products, only sharing our experience.