Where do I start? I’ve been jotting and bursting out on the page for days about public and personal and private things. There never seems to be enough time to edit and organize. And I’ve missed my two half days of good weather to get into the garden. And on Monday, I had a whole, impossible list with the ambition of the first cup of coffee residing in my belly when the school nurse called.
And any thought of business and house and garden and writing slid off the plate like an omelet on a Calphalon Fry Pan.
Backstory: We’ve been dealing with obsessive picking and scratching her head for a few months now. It got worse after traveling and at the beginning of school. Me and all the experts diagnosed anxiety. When Julia scratches, there are tiny flakes of skin in her hair. At some point, those flakes “became” (via spontaneous generation, of course) nits (lice eggs) and I ignored the change. Also, and of most embarrassment, during the weekend, Julia took a bath and was combing out her hair and reported to me that she saw a bug in her hair. I said something like, Julia, don’t blame anyone else, including bugs for your scratching. Continue reading