These are the first flowers I’ve cut from my garden this year. As trite as roses are, I love them. Love, love, love them. And the bluebonnets this year have been so gorgeously obnoxious, carpeting themselves everywhere. Here, I’ll show you. This is Arabella and Margaret at our friend’s farm.
This is all to distract you from the most pressing issue of last week:
I don’t know how our huge family has dodged this bullet so long, but it finally happened.
If you’ve had lice you know it’s not that big of a deal. Mostly just a huge annoyance. But I felt like setting myself on fire. I had to dig my nails into my hands to keep from running out of the room screaming bloody murder when my sweet friend Amy gave me the diagnosis.
Because bugs in your hair, sucking your blood!?! What sounds more disgusting than that?
Needless to say I had nightmares all week where I had bugs the size of cockroaches crawling off my head.
Thanks to my levelheaded friends and their good advice, I nipped our lice-fest in the bud. Only a couple of us caught it. Not saying who, because they would not be happy if I did.
I’m praying we’re done because I am completely fed up with grooming my children like a she-monkey.
I would much rather pick flowers.