Welcome to the world of parenting, where every day brings new challenges—and sometimes, unexpected visitors in the form of lice. My partner, Sarah, often finds herself convinced she has every ailment under the sun. This year alone, she self-diagnosed with tendinitis, a dislocated shoulder, and even pink eye. If you suggested she might be a hypochondriac, she’d vehemently disagree. But, if she stumbled upon the symptoms of hypochondria online, she’d probably exclaim, “Oh no, that’s me!”
To add to the list of her quirky fears, Sarah has a strong aversion to bed bugs, envisioning them as terrifying monsters that can live for years and wreak havoc on our lives. Although we maintain a fairly clean home, she’s convinced we’ve had bed bugs no fewer than five times, often with tears in her eyes as she insists on checking our mattress in the middle of the night. Until recently, we thought we were safe from such pests—until we experienced what I call the LICE-POCALYPSE, just days before Christmas.
Day 0 (6 days until Christmas)
After returning from a family movie night, we adhere to our usual post-outing routine: everyone strips down in the laundry room and tosses their clothes into the dryer to combat any potential bed bug threats. Little did we know, however, that a different kind of pest had snuck back home with our oldest child.
Day 1 (5 days until Christmas)
It’s game night, and my 7-year-old daughter complains of an itchy scalp. Sarah, with the focus of a surgeon, places her under a bright light for a thorough examination. “I’ve found something!” she declares. I’m not overly concerned—after all, this feels like the classic boy-who-cried-wolf scenario. But as I peer into my daughter’s golden locks, I spot a tiny bug darting around. I share a grim nod with Sarah, and suddenly, chaos ensues.
She bolts to the pharmacy for every lice treatment available, while I hug our daughter, trying to offer comfort. The night spirals into a frenzy of cleaning and panic, even though we’ve only spotted three bugs. We toss out loads of blankets, sheets, and stuffed animals, all while Sarah insists, “We have to get rid of our entire bed!”
Despite our efforts, I make the call to shave our son’s head in the dead of night, reminiscent of Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta. Meanwhile, our daughter tries to make light of the situation, saying, “Having lice is kind of fun,” but we all know it’s anything but.
Day 2 (4 days until Christmas)
Our home resembles a war zone, with sheets draped over furniture and steam billowing from pots disinfecting lice combs. Empty wine bottles clutter the counter as Sarah plays somber holiday tunes, reminiscent of someone reflecting on better times. Day 2 of LICE-GATE arrives, and while we haven’t seen any live bugs since the initial discovery, the mere possibility of their existence clouds our minds.
Christmas plans with Sarah’s family loom over us, and we wonder if we’ll be ostracized. As an introvert, I secretly hope this bug crisis keeps us from socializing.
Day 3 (3 days until Christmas)
Sarah’s dreams are consumed by visions of lice crawling on her, while I, ever the pragmatist, concoct wild solutions in my sleep—like putting the kids in the dryer for a quick zap. Amidst the madness, Sarah discovers an electric lice comb that zaps the buggers away. I head to Walgreens, where I stock up on supplies, and an old man jokes about wanting to visit my house. I almost snap back, “Do you really want to?”
Day 4 (2 days until Christmas)
I wake up to find the Elf on the Shelf wearing a disgusted expression, donning a surgeon’s cap to prevent lice from spreading among the elf community. In a desperate move to bring cheer back into our lives, Sarah attempts to make cute holiday snacks for the kids, but I can’t help but worry she’s lost her mind.
Day 5 (Christmas Eve)
Despite no new lice sightings, we’re now on the lookout for nits—lice eggs that could hatch in the coming days. “Nits are the original Hatchimals,” I joke, but Sarah isn’t amused. As we text the family to gauge their willingness to see us, we receive a hesitant green light.
We try to enjoy a Charlie Brown Christmas, but as Pig-Pen appears, we exchange knowing glances, both thinking, “He definitely has lice.”
Day 6 (Christmas)
Santa manages to deliver gifts, likely donning a hazmat suit. We visit Sarah’s family but keep our distance, exchanging fist bumps instead of hugs. Although we’re the black sheep of the family, trapped in this lice nightmare, the experience ultimately brings us closer together.
Will the nits hatch? Will we find more bugs? We’re uncertain, but we know we’ll get through this as a family. I even joke with Sarah, pretending I found something in my hair, but she’s not amused. My son and I share a fist bump, and for now, that’s enough.
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In summary, lice can disrupt the holiday spirit, but through humor and teamwork, families can come together to tackle any challenge—no matter how small the pest may be.