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Wanna bet I can make you scratch your head? Last night, hours after dropping off the kids after a fun and over-too-fast weekend, my fiance received a lovely bitch-o-gram from his ex, Psycho, stating that his youngest daughter has head lice. She was quick to add, like the crafty sleuth that she is, that she simply had to have caught it at our house, from a bike helmet that no one had touched for two weeks. Because yeah, that’s precisely how lice works. (Psycho has never been accused of being overly knowledgeable).
Itchy yet? If you just can’t get enough of lice (and who can?), then check out the other time the kids’ womb-for-rent let them get lice and did nothing about it.
When my fiance texted back that lice could not possibly have survived in the bike helmet for two weeks, there was a pause while, I am certain, Psycho madly assaulted Google, desperately hunting down how long lice can survive off the body. When she inevitably discovered we were correct, her only comeback was a childish tantrum about not arguing, which actually is arguing, but we didn’t want to confuse her fuzzy, ugly head even further with concepts like logic.
*eye roll* We spent an inordinate amount of time this past weekend trimming fingernails, working knots out of hair, cleaning untreated bug bites, and even reminding the kids how to bathe properly. That is why I have to doubt that any of the kids has lice at all. Psycho would never notice if they did. Hell, they could stumble around with their head missing and spouting blood, and she wouldn’t notice. I think she was starving for attention from my fiance, so she whipped up drama, hoping for an evening of texting with him. Instead, we made fun of her and went back to our evening together.
I know from reading other blogs that there are others out there who understand living with a desperate and miserable drama queen in their lives, someone who tries to siphon happiness from others’ lives because they have none in their own. Weight loss is difficult enough without a leech on your back, or having twenty flavors of crazy sprinkled into each day.
This heartwarming lice story is just the tip of the iceberg of what my fiance and I get dropped into our lives like a steaming pile of crap, courtesy of his asshole ex-wife, on a regular basis. The worst part is, she always, always uses the kids in her drama. The stress and irritation and worrying about the kids add hurdles and road blocks and brick walls, always in the way of staying focused on losing weight, getting in shape, taking care of myself. It’s not fair, but it’s how it is. The best thing I can do is keep taking care of the kids, give them as much stability as we can, and do my best to focus on taking care of me too, so we can be there for them when they need us.
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