I started working on a post yesterday during my lunch hour, but I've postponed finishing it because I've spent the whole day delousing myself and Miss Pink.
Yes, I saw a tiny moving spot on Miss P's scalp this morning while I was doing her hair for school. Her dad took her to let the school nurse make the official diagnosis since I've never identified them myself. (I had them around age 12 but you can't see your own scalp. However, I am now qualified to identify both lice and nits, unfortunately.) While they were gone, I scrambled about to email lesson plans for a sub and take Mr. Blue to school. He was able to stay because the school didn't find any evidence on his head. I attribute his escape entirely to the fact that he and Miss Pink don't stay close to each other for any length of time. They sometimes get along but they don't enjoy cuddling with each other.
On the other hand, Miss Pink LOVES to cuddle with me. We often read together on the couch with both our heads lying on the same pillow. Sigh.
Two heads of long hair shampooed with deadly-to-lice shampoo and combed meticulously with fine-toothed combs until no more nits were found: check.
All non-washable stuffed animals and dolls sealed up in a plastic bag for two weeks: check.
All upholstery sprayed with a special spray: check.
All hairbrushes, combs, and clips boiled in hot water: check.
All recently worn clothes and bedding (sheets, blankets, pillowcases, mattress pads and comforters) washed in hot water and dried on high heat: still working on it.
We're not sure if Miss Pink can go back to school tomorrow. It depends on whether or not we killed all the vermin on her head or if she needs another round.
It's times like this I kind of wish I was a drinking woman.