head lice

"At that moment, I felt like a dirtbag mom. ... The seeds of comparison planted in my mind were hatching into a full-blown infestation of shame."
"Parenting tip: Never have kids. They might get lice."
I’m totally that person who has 30 pairs of shoes piled at the door whenever we host a party. #sorrynotsorry.
We have it again. Not all of us this time. Not even most. But enough. The tiny combs are unsheathed. The bedding has been bagged. The house smells of coconut oil and eucalyptus. Also frustration.
Under the glare of the fluorescent lights, and against the contrast of the white paper towel, the bug took its full, wretched, kinetic form. It was phase 44 all over again. I gagged.