I love my time with him/her. SO FUCKING MUCH. Simply (and not so simply) I love her/him. 

Lice-apalooza came to a spectacular week end close with another round of only-use-after-7-days nuclear strength shampoo. Red wine vinegar, tea tree oil & shampoo and another home remedy in my back pocket should they have persevered before the 2nd nuking. Oh, and vacumming and laundry like that was my full time gig. I even put the vacuum thingie to my head. I’m not joking.

And the nightmares about them, and the constant itching. FUCK. My dear friends, may you never know the nasty ass shit that is head lice. Seriously. 

After I discovered them last Sunday, cuddling my eldest and looking into his hair, I learned a lot about them. I learned that with the amount of them, and the life stages of them in my kids hair they had had them for at least 3 weeks. And they had only been home for just one. I am not above hoping that my ex is crawling with them. Especially how he handled my eldest’s call. 

One of the things that my oldest child brought to my attention about his charming father is his twitter blurb. It says something lame ass like “finally happy”, to which Thomas said to me – “Mumma, he’s happier without us. [kids]”. That man is such a fucking idiot. Honest to god. It saddens me that it hurts my kids, but I am so very glad to not be married to him anymore. Dear god, yes. 

So the week has kind of kicked my ass in terms of shit on the go – with the battling of personal livestock. And just trying to keep this boat on an even keel. Financially it’s been a hard week, and I am about to see all of my saving disappear for a new roof. I don’t want to spend it on that, I want a tummy tuck, but nooooooo, it’s got to be some unsexy shit that I have to pour that money into. I should be happy that I have it to put into the roof (which has been in need of replacement for a good year and a bit – since my Uncle Peter passed away). I have a house and the money to fix it. I really should stop whining. And run more. *pout* I wanna tummy tuck, goddamnit. 😉 The roof comes tomorrow, weather permitting. And I need to paint and seel then new fascia. I need a clone. 

I laid the self leveling cement in my laundry room! Not without some major help/expertise from Misty. It is a crazy hard job – I had to use a grinder on the cement floor to get it clean enough to pour the new layer. I’m closer to a new floor though. Which is so much YAY, I can’t even tell you. With everything that has happen, I’m calling it the “Runaway Reno” (coined by a fb friend). One foot in front of the other.

You know what made this week better? Him/her. The support and non-love love was the best. The icredible love I get from friends – a call, a facebook message/banter/like, email, tumblr note/message – the fucking best. I’m stupidly lucky.

Thank you. (giant, warm, lice free, hugs)