Sometimes, I just love my friends even more.
Because I remember that I love them
And they don't have to be perfect,
and when they don't act perfect all the time,
it gives me permission to be myself.
I wonder why sometimes
I waste time
with non-real people.
they are made out of cheese.
I guess this is my guest post for the week.
Because Abigail came home with lice on Tuesday.
And I have been laundering,
and laundering some more,
and bagging everything,
and boiling hair things.
(We have so many hair things)
And my brother has been in town.
Thank goodness without his kids.
I would die to give them lice
and lucky for David, he is bald,
and had a hotel room.
Did you ever read my post
about my lice traumatization?
(Yeah, I just made that word up.)
Congrats to me.
Therapy has worked.
to tell the whole world
that my daughter has lice.
I have arrived.
I don't care.
I dare you.
It won't hurt.
Have a wonderful Friday.
And know that this completely imperfect person
will never EVER claim to
be anything more or less than just that.
sometimes my kids don't shower every day.
But, that's not how they got lice,
because they've been doing that
for 6 years.
And they didn't get lice
until Abigail went to middle school.
And I have my suspicions
of how she got it.