Eeeeek!

So as if I wasn't already going to have enough trouble sleeping tonight, what with the potential for a repeat of last night's (oh, I probably should warn you, don't click on the upcoming link unless you want to see a really, really gross picture!) Hubby-as-Two-Face nightmare (*shudder*), well, I've got a new reason to watch the clock tick, tick, tick the hours down 'til morning now.

You see, we showed up at the gym for the kiddo's gymnastics class this afternoon to be met at the door by the coaches, who took me aside to let us know that there was "a problem" they needed to tell us about. It seems that during the camp that was held at the facility earlier that day, it was discovered that one of the campers had a raging case of head lice. They'd closed down the one area where the camper spent a good bit of time, but apparently the camper had also been in the gym where they do the gymnastics class, and the gym was being kept open because supposedly the lice can't survive in that atmosphere, blah blah blah. So, I could let the kiddo stay and roll around on the mats and whatnot for an hour, if I wanted to, but they just wanted to let us know the situation. How kind of them...

Needless to say, I opted (as did all the other parents, I do believe) to NOT have the kiddo stay for class today. Just in case. Because head lice? No thank you, not even if there is the sliiiiightest chance. Knocking serious wood here, but I've never had head lice, neither has the kiddo, and I'd like to keep it that way.

Of course, as soon as I heard the words "head lice" I began to feel itchy. Kind of like how I felt when my dear friend Coco mentioned the Ear Canal Visitor she had recently. The other moms and I, congregated outside the building and discussing the situation, came to a mutual understanding that we weren't going to tell the kids exactly what it was that caused the cancellation of class. We all just said "someone was sick and we don't want you to catch what they had" because if I'm itchy, whew, I can only imagine how the kiddo would take to the concept of teeny, tiny critters in her hair. That would guarantee me no sleep, as she'd be in my room waking me up from my nightmare (Hubby as Two-Face WITH head lice) to share her own......

I'm trying very hard NOT to google "Head Lice" or to even read the detailed (and illustrated) handouts the coaches gave to the parents this afternoon. I'd like to stay in the dark, please. The blessed, itch-free, critter-free dark.

Sometimes, I really rue my incredibly vivid imagination.