Oh, My Beautiful Hair

My kids are black AND homeschooled.

Still, somehow we all ended up with these nasty, little bugs crawling all over our heads. I can’t say how long it had been before I realized what was going on. We did go around itching and scratching our scalps for more than a week. We have dry skin normally though, so quite a bit of skin irritation isn’t at all unusual here. I just told them to stop scratching like I usually do — especially if we’re out, being sure to mention that it’s just a bad habit.Photo on 3-22-15 at 9.36 AM

In the back of my mind I did have my concerns. I must’ve washed my hair at least three times that week. Clearly, there was something wrong with my scalp, but I probably never considered lice. Black people do not get lice.

When I was a girl, my mother told me that was why we greased our heads.


It was a regular school day. Worksheets copied. Pencils available. Laptop charged. Then, I saw them.

I looked in my girly girl's hair. Then, the boys. Then, my own.

Of course I had to Google it.

There's the shampoo. Then the fine-tooth comb. We tried. We might've been able to douse our heads in alcohol and wrap them in plastic -- there are a lot of methods. The quickest, easiest, and most likely-to-work way to get rid of these things, and get back to a normal life -- normal, psch -- without becoming a hermit for an indeterminate amount of time is to cut off most your hair.

I had nice, long, free-form locs. Began about thirteen years ago. Transitioned from cultivated about six years ago. Nice and thick. Just the way I liked them."Pediculus humanus development" by CDC - Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. http://phil.cdc.gov/phil/home.asp ID# 6816. Licensed under Public Domain via Commons - https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pediculus_humanus_development.jpg#/media/File:Pediculus_humanus_development.jpg

But, they're gone now, and I'm alright with that. Wearing new wraps and hats. Might pick up a big afro wig like I've always wanted.

We never did get back to school that day. That was nearly three weeks ago, and I am just now feeling like I have a handle on the laundry again. A few things are still in bags -- Dreamlights and other unwashables. It's dominos. So, some days we've gotten through a good couple of hours of lessons. Others, we've just called it a vacation day.

Actually, we don't call it that. We don't call it anything. Just another regular day. I mourned the hair, yeah, but really, the laundry has caused the most frustration -- as it often does.