Reason 161 to home school:

Lice.
F*cking, G*ddamned, Christing Lice.
I am SO over it. SO SO SO SO SO over it.
SO OVER IT.

First of all, it's been nice knowing all of you. Know that when we all die of cancer that it was only due to the compulsive lice washings that we had. For all the chronic checking I do, CJ had it. I am SO OVER IT. We get lice notices all the time from school lately. Walgreens can't keep the kits in stock. Barf. I have a tarantula and these little itty bitty nasty ass bugs push me over the edge.
Home teaching would end us ever having lice again, unless by some really small chance our heads came into contact with someone else with it.

I have washed my hair twice now, with the incesticide shampoo. I don't even itch. I look longingly at my hair and wonder if I should cut it all off. My boys look adorable with their short hair cuts. Unfortunately, in pictures, I look much, much better with short hair- but I can't see me the right way so? I love my hair. I love my babies running their hands through it. I love Cullen playing with it. Other than that, it's worthless though. I have never wanted to be a person dependent on their hair to get by. I'm glad I'm not known for my hair being a certain way. Should I cut it off???????????????????????????????????????????

I found my way, by the way...I have found my way in writing. It swallows me up, sometimes---the way that I have nothing to say that hasn't been said. Have you stood in a bookstore? You can hear the voices, millions! of voices, telling their stories. Some, well. Others I want to take my money back for wasting. So many stories....then I realized it's just like life. I know I've lived this life over and over and over and OVER, because there are so many delicious options in this one life that I want to try them all before I pick another life (I still hold to the idea that I'm going to visit a universe that knows how to actually treat one another)...and it's just like that with writing. I have a BAZILLION things in me, but I just need to carve out one story at a time. Perhaps no one in the world will care or want to read them, but maybe one will. Maybe one will read it and tell their bff that they have to read this book....maybe maybe maybe I can make money that way and we can live out of our RV visiting state parks and nature centers and libraries and omigosh there's so much to smell and feel and see and touch....

My clippers died. My compulsion to shave the boys down to nothing is not dead yet. So think of me in a half hour. I'm giving myself a half hour to gear up. Gear up for what, exactly, you wonder? Well, I'm going to pile in the van with ALL SIX CHILDREN---which, so you know, is "only" my four, Ethan and Samantha---the itty bitties chose not to come today----and go to the store to get another set of clippers.
*pulling cape around neck and fastening*
Yeah, baby!
The blue sky is out and the sun is almost here and even though it's another hellishly cold week...I think I'm going to make it!
But I swear to God, one more trip down Lice Lane, and suicide will be imminent. :D Cheers!