Insult, Injury, and a whole lot of pissed-offness

So, not only is my husband leaving me, but I have head lice. Or at least a lot of nits. My daughter got head lice last November god knows how. Fine. we did chemical treatments, and I spent many long hours combing. My husband combed through my hair. M was cleared to return to preschool. They checked my head. Life went on.

Then, the relapse. I swear she picked it up again from a bouncy castle at the Y on New Year's Eve, but whatever. Darling hubby was convweniently out of town on work-related business for 3 weeks. So, more treatments and a shitload of combing my dsaughter's long hair, which I had cut to shoulder length. A dear neighbor volunteered to comb through my hair for nits, but I felt awkward (duh!) and didn't want to put her through that. Plus, S would be returnign home in under a week. He returned, bitched about combing my hair, and did a half -assed job. I went to my salon for a color and my stylist found a couple nits, no biggie, she colored me anyway.

I went to SLC and found a nit on my head and had my sister check. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, so we gave up. Definitely some there, close up indicating I might have a live louse or two.

Returned home to find my husband was moving out. Didn't bother to ask for help with my hair.

Forgot about nits in the agony of being left.

Fast forward through much sadness, anger, grief, and a plethora of bitterness to Friday. Went to get my roots done. Stylist asked, embarassed, "Have you been having more problems with, you know . . ."

Oh. My. God. "Not that I know of."

"Well, there's definitely something going on here. I can't do your hair today."

I wished for a very large black hole to open up under my salon chair. It didn't.

So now my roots still look awful, I'm doing a billion lice treatments on myself and checking my daughter AGAIN for nits--a two hour process at the least, if you didn't know.

And who, might you ask, is to blame for all this? My soon-to-be-ex-husband. The best way to get rid of head lice is to comb every single nit out. And comb again. And again. A process which I am very familiar with from combing my daughter's hair. The trick is to locate them visually and pull them out--a lot harder to do on your own head, I might add. So, since my husband was too much of a lazy-assed bastard to do a good job on my hair, I have to walk around with the proverbial scarlet L on my forehead (for both Lice and Loser).

My life sucks.