Crayons and Tiny Little Bugs

I was awakened from a dead sleep last night by my hubby rapidly tapping me on the side with the back of his hand. I rolled over and said, "What's up?" only to realize that he was on his back sound asleep. The tapping continued for probably 10-15 seconds, despite my efforts to wake him.

Exhausted, I rolled over and went back to sleep.

Once we were up and moving this morning, I decided to inquire about his strange behavior. At first he looked puzzled and didn't know what I was talking about. Then he remembered...

The hubby was dreaming that he had ten crayons trapped in his throat. He was unable to breath and was desperately tapping on our boy's back trying to get his attention. When that didn't work, he decided to reach down his throat and pull the crayons out one at a time.

I, of course, asked the obvious question, "How did the crayons get in your throat?" The hubby had no clue.

On a side note, I was up insanely late last night (thus my exhaustion) mixing up a concoction to put in my boy's hair. I received an email from the parent of a little girl in his class (the same little girl that sits right next to him) informing me that she had lice. LICE. My head is itching just thinking about it.

In a panic, I immediately sprung from the sofa, turned on all the lights in my sleeping boy's room and started digging through his red curls like a crazed monkey. Mercifully, his head was lice free.

My next course of action was to mix up a blend of essential oils (eucalyptus, peppermint, lavender, tea tree and rosemary) that is known to repel lice. I added several drops to a bowl of water and used it to rinse his hair after his morning shower. Anyone sitting within ten feet of him will have extremely clear sinuses.

Our entire drive to school was spent with me lecturing the boy. I instructed him to seal his backpack in the trash bag that I had packed. I told him every lice-avoiding tip that I read on the internet.

As he was getting out of the car, I reminded him to "Keep your head away from everyone!" He responded with an, "Oh, Mom...." and a roll of his eyes.

To let him know how serious I was, I informed my beautiful boy that if he came home with lice, "I will clipper your hair just like your balding father." His eyes grew wide and he promised to follow all my instructions.

It's nice to know what his priorities are.