I have a couple of secret fears--especially in relation to foster parenting
Things that I'm pretty sure I would not handle well.
This past week one of those fears became a reality.
I found head lice on my children.
I very nearly lost it.
I washed bedding,
I scrubbed heads with weird smelling chemicals,
I nit-picked. (literally)
I fretted and stewed until my husband could come home and look at my head. ( Which itched like crazy )
I called everyone who we had been in contact with for the last couple of days.
And at the end of the day I realized something profound.
HEAD LICE ARE NOT THE END OF THE WORLD!
Don't get me wrong I wouldn't wish the crawly little bugs on anyone, but it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be.
Many loads of laundry washed in hot water.
Lots of head scrubbing and holding squirmy toddlers still, but we all survived.
Somehow my imagination had ranked head lice up there with a national disaster, and it's really not.
Have you ever faced your worse fear, and realized it's not as bad as you thought?
