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I received the most horrifying email today. I received an email asking if I would like to be the official nit picker of Luca’s pre-school class, or the aka in Holland as “The Luizenmoeder”.
Yes, today “class parents” Chantal and Nadine kindly sent me just the sweetest email introducing themselves, mothers of Snotty Nose and I Don’t Care, blah, blah and then graciously asking for volunteer help. It started off like a sip of Jaegermeister, nice and warm in the beginning with a vomit inducing ending.
Darling Chantal and Nadine just wanted to know if maybe I was interested in helping with parties, sportsday or the most popular volunteer job of class 1/2/C, picking through nappy pre-schooler hair looking for eggs.
Yes, Chantal and Nancy please sign me up for this job! I can’t wait! Just in case my kids don’t get the Lice, please let me pick through some strange child’s crusty scalp so these bugs can crawl up my arm or jump (because you know they can jump up to 6 feet) into my hair. Please, I would love the experience.
First of all, I had to go around all day wondering WTF a “luizenmoeder” did in the class. I thought to myself, did I read this correctly? Litterally translated, it means a Lice Mother. Were they asking me if I was a mother to some lice? Or maybe if i could mother some lice? And I had no one to ask until after work when I was able to ask the daycare teachers. Yep, they needed a nit picker!
So, one could only imagine what was going through my head since I am certifiably psycho paranoid about my kids and/or especially myself, ever hosting these creatures. Not to mention my fear that the “new girl” in the class might be pressured into taking on such a task.
I would love to email back and say “Girls, in America we have nurses that do that sh#t!” But of course, I wouldn’t want to give them the impression that I think I am too good for such a job (which I am), or God forbid, that I am a redneck (which of course I am, but still in the closet). I am sorry, I just don’t see myself being the Lice Mother and not ending up in an institution. I am already shredding my scalp just writing about it.
Besides my mom used to always say to us growing up: You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose. I think it should apply to nits too !
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