Nits do not go away

Earlier a friend said to me, in shocked and confiding tones, “we just can’t get rid of them, we keep trying, but we have actually had nits now since August”. Bugger me I thought, lucky you that’s not long and then said, (admittedly without thinking – but my competitive nature came out)  “that’s nothing we have had nits since 2006”.

I realised immediately that this was not something a lawyer mother of five, businesswoman and generally assumed to be supersonic type multitasking woman of the 21st century extraordinaire should be admitting. The friend chortled, a bit nervously, obviously assuming that I  must be joking. Ha Ha Ha, not. IF ONLY.

It set me thinking – about how de nitting has become so much a part of our family life that I have stopped even believing it is actually possible to rid ones loved ones of these nasty pesky blood sucking insects. Long ago I realised that the only way forward in the battle against nits is to accept that it is impossible to win the war and then get on with your life. Whatever nasty and expensive pesticide you can bring yourself to coat your innocent child’s head in risking brain cancer in later life will only work for a maximum of five days before thousands of eggs that stick like superglue to the hair will hatch and the whole cycle begins again. And even assuming you are an organised and adult type of a mother who buys a second dose of the weedkiller to re-treat the hair a few days later thereby guaranteeing a maximum of one nit free night in your child’s life, they will return via another child’s head at school the very next day. Grrrrrrrrr. Acceptance is the key – you cannot get rid of them! Hold the candle and pass it on. Adjust your breathing. You have to live in harmony with them, accepting and acknowledging their presence whilst concentrating on keeping their numbers down as low as you can manage.

Nits in our household commenced when daughter number one was 5 and started school.  That was five years ago. Years of tortuous bath sessions with combs and conditioner and endless wads of tissue paper later we are still not rid of them  and with daughter number 2 still only six I see no end in sight for another five years. But I have learnt to live with it. I have made progress.

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