Hey, remember how I was just bragging about how great Evey is with animals?
Yeah… turns out some animals don’t necessarily give back the way you want them too.
I spent four hours between the pediatrician and the pharmacy finding out that Evey has contracted…
Oh, how do I say this…
I’m so embarrassed…
She has fleas.
My beautiful blond first grader has flea bites all over her head.
Red, itchy, swollon, scratch it till your first grade teacher calls home, flea bites.
Did I mention how humiliating this is?
The worst part was at the pharmacy.
I waited 90 minutes for a prescription and when it was finally read the box label it said lice shampoo.
What the what?!?
Then I yelled at the pharmacist for giving me shampoo for something my daughter doesn’t have.
Turns out you treat lice and fleas the same.
I feel so trashy.
Maybe if I hadn’t worn my grubby stained clothes to the doctor it wouldn’t have been so bad.
Note to self: Wear nice clothes and heels to the pediatrician when your child has a possible disease that could be labeled as white trash.
And then don’t tell him the chickens are actually your kids pet.
And then don’t ask if your daughter can still kiss them and hold them like they are her babies.
Done and done.