By the time you finish reading this, you’ll be scratching your head and not just because I sound a little insane

by Creative Junkie on June 3, 2011

Softball season is upon us once again and you know what that means!

Time to get my panties all tightly wadded up into a bunch over helmets!

Yay!

Anytime I can wad my panties into a bunch without having to actually remove them to pee or have sex or get a pap smear, I get all excited.

I have this thing about helmets.

Fine. I have a thing about most everything, like never walking barefoot on hotel carpets and never soaking in my own filth in a bathtub and always saying “God forbid” before mentioning anything unfortunate and always using my elbows to open the doors of public restrooms and …

How much time do you have?

But I especially have a thing about helmets.

I don’t allow Helena to use any helmet but her own. EVER.

I don’t allow anyone else to use Helena’s helmet. EVER.

And ever and ever and ever.

And so forth and so on.

Until the end of time.

The end.

It’s a residual effect from the PTSD I suffered almost eleven years ago, back when I was multi-tasking by lying to the nurses about passing gas (I just let one rip not ten seconds ago! I did! I swear! Ask the patients on the floor above us!), going over discharge papers, bundling up our newborn Helena and her diaper bag, and pressing a pillow to my abdomen in case my staples sprung a leak and my reproductive system exploded out of my stomach and splashed onto the floor. Nate was multi-tasking as well, having crammed himself into the corner of the hospital room with his back to me and frantically whispering to my mother on the phone and periodically stealing sideways glances at me.

I knew something was up. It’s female intuition. That, and the fact that Nate declared Something’s up as we were leaving. However, he refused to elaborate until we got home because I was already somewhat weepy and hormonal and he was afraid I’d change my mind about the whole second child thing, stuff the baby back up my bahoodle doodle and pretend the last nine months hadn’t happened.

We pulled into the driveway and the big secret became crystal clear when six year old Zoe ran up to the car, whipped my door open and excitedly shouted I HAVE LICE! WELCOME HOME, HELENA! CAN I HOLD HER?

I really don’t remember too much about those first few days after we brought Helena home. It’s pretty much a foggy haze of picking nits and live bugs out of Zoe’s hair one minute and then turning around the next to clean up bodily fluids which oozed out of both Helena and me, thanks to my leaky boobs. And vagina. And incision. It was just an endless stream of nits, bugs, poop, pee, milk, blood and pus. Then more nits, more bugs, more poop, pee, milk, blood, pus, OH MY GOD, HOW MUCH LIQUID CAN ONE HUMAN OWN?

All the while there was crying and blubbering and wailing and collapsing to the floor in big puddles of mess going on all around me. Not to mention Nate, Zoe and the baby were pretty emotional too.

It took back-breaking hours and hours of tedious patience and persistence and ultimately a doctor’s prescription but the lice were finally eradicated. As was my will to live. Which was no biggie, seeing as how the lice had taken twenty years off my life anyway.

For years afterward, I was hypersensitive to possible re-infestations and everyone knew that by simply walking anywhere near me, they ran the risk of having me yank them down onto my lap so I could go all Gorillas in the Mist on their heads with a magnifying glass and a pair of tweezers.

When Helena first started softball about five years ago, I slapped bright, fluorescent orange labels on her helmet emblazoned with the words “HELENA’S HELMET” and “I’M HELENA’S, NOT YOURS” and “DANGER: POISON” in big, capital letters. Helena soon asked if it was possible not to try so hard to humiliate her so I toned it back a bit and kept one big sticker reading “THIS HELMET WILL MAKE YOU LIKE BOYS” on the back with an admonition that she had better not share her helmet with anyone because I had spoken with Santa and he was totally on board and slept with one eye open in the summer.

Oh, yes I did.

I’m willing to bet that if Mrs. Claus had to stand for hours on end, pulling disgusting creepy crawlies and larvae out of one of her elves’ hair only four days after having a squalling, mythical creature ripped from her guts, she wouldn’t waste a second before demanding that Santa paint a big ol’ skull and crossbones on all 6,932 of their Little League helmets. Right after he slathered everyone’s heads with olive oil while yelling STOP COMPLAINING, AT LEAST IT’S EXTRA VIRGIN. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING, BLITZEN?

So don’t judge me.

Or Santa either.

Nowadays, Helena is older and wiser and by wiser, I mean she’s smart enough to know that if Santa stuffed coal in her stocking and smeared or otherwise ruined that stocking? The one that Yia Yia, her grandmother, her mother’s mother, slaved for days to make her after she was born? Santa would find an extra large can of Whoop Ass under the tree for himself, together with an industrial strength can opener. Wrapped with a big, red bow and tag that said Go Ho Ho Ho Yourself. Love, Yia Yia.

Today, Helena has a simple, small “Helena” placed discreetly on the lower back of her helmet and when that helmet is not on her head, it’s securely zipped in her equipment bag. And if anyone asks her to borrow it, she simply smacks them in the shins with the bat and hollers I JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE. MY MOM WOULD HAVE AIMED HIGHER.

So, the whole potential lice scenario is pretty much under control where softball is concerned.

Except for one thing.

One small, ever so tiny, little detail.

This is Helena’s helmet.

The one that has her name discreetly written in the back.

The one that sits upon her head and no one else’s.

The only one she wears during a game.

Except when she is the catcher.

Because then, she wears this helmet on her head.

The team helmet.

Which has no one’s name on it and, at some point, sits upon everyone’s head when they play catcher too.

If Helena starts going to school smelling like tossed salad, you’ll know why.

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Scraps
Twitter: scrapsoflife
June 3, 2011 at 9:57 am

I don’t know whether this will make you feel better or not but my mother, even though her youngest is all of 26 these days, STILL freaks out if anyone has the slightest head-itch, including herself.
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Beth June 3, 2011 at 11:19 am

OMGosh, this is one of the funniest post EVER!! Thanks for the chuckle!

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Penelope June 3, 2011 at 11:22 am

Lol…but I’m with you, it’s not something to lend out. It’s like borrowing shoes- icks me out.
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Tracey June 3, 2011 at 1:30 pm

Oh, someone that can appreciate the sheer panic moment from Tuesday at the doctors office.

See, in his infinite wisdom, my EX decided it was ok to teach my middle child how to do backflips into the pool at this house. The one edged in rocks…..

So Sunday, she got 5 staples in the back of her head. The head with more hair on it than chewie. They even stapled said hair INTO the wound…..

Picture me at the ped’s office on Tuesday for a “wound check” and the Ped says, “wait a minute, I think we have a problem. I think I see a NIT.”

O.M.G.

Lice is my worst mommy fear. We’ve had some close calls, but I’ve never had to go there.I fear it. I dread it. Finding Out they do lice checks every Monday morning at their school was about enough to make me rob a bank and go back to court to fight having them back home for school.

So I’m thinking, how in the hell am I going to get these out of her hair? And those staples in the way?!?!?!

After further inspection, she decided it was dandruff. No nits.

But I’m still scared. And really, I need a new Ped in the office.

I’d be buying my own catchers helmet….. Just saying! LOL!!

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stacey@Havoc&Mayhem June 3, 2011 at 2:06 pm

My younger son had lice last year, to the point of needed a prescription to get rid of them.

Know what is really great about boys? You can pretty much shave their heads bald & everyone is all “oh how cute!”.

Except the boy himself who cries & wails at you for shaving off all his curls.

but hey, got rid of the lice.
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Heather @ nobody-but-yourself
Twitter: MissusSmith
June 3, 2011 at 2:22 pm

You need to get Helena some tea tree oil shampoo and conditioner. When my kid brought home three separate “lice letters” from school in a 2 week period back in first grade, I FLIPPED OUT. (Remember, this was back when her hair was really, really long, for added UGH factor.) I googled, I wailed on FB and Twitter, I interrogated hairstylists: “What can I do to keep my kid from catching lice? I WANT PREVENTATIVE MEASURES NOW, PLEASE!” The best answer I got was to use hair products with tea tree oil, so I promptly ran out and bought TTO shampoo and conditioner and a bottle of the actual oil for good measure.

Here’s the bad news: tea tree oil is smelly, and not in a good way. But then again, you hang out in dojos with major Eau d’ Foot, so maybe that won’t bug you. ;-) It’s kind of an antiseptic sort of smell, and I grew accustomed to it in the shampoo/conditioner, but the diluted oil in water that I was spritzing on her dried hair got abandoned pretty quickly because the 100% straight oil smelled TERRIBLE to me. (However, I know other people who like the smell, so who knows? Maybe it’s just me.)

Anyhow, Wegmans has TTO hair products in the Nature’s Marketplace section. I strongly recommend it for the duration of softball season. And if you want my mostly-full bottle of the oil to rub the communal helmet down with, you’re welcome to it. :-D
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Jenn White
Twitter: ScrapprsWkshp
June 3, 2011 at 5:46 pm

Picture this. Christmas Day. Oldest child of three is halfway through first grade in a new town in a new state in a strange foreign land called Dixie. Presents opened, photos taken, dinner in hand (and oven) time for a brief respite with the kids in front of the TV before dinner preps get started in earnest.

Said oldest daughter sits down in front of me and I start playing with her hair. And it’s crawling. CRAWLING! Never seen so many bugs outside of the 13-year cicadas in the parking lot at the middle school this summer.

Fortunately Walgreens is open on Christmas Day, and you can imagine how the rest of the day went.
Most memorable Christmas EVER.

Tea Tree oil does help, but most commercial shampoos don’t have enough of it. Get a little vial and add some. Trust me. Before you have a memorable Hannukkah!

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esther_a June 3, 2011 at 8:17 pm

lol!! Been there, done that. Many times!! I totally get you on the helmet thing. LOVE the punchline!!

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Joyce June 3, 2011 at 8:27 pm

OMGosh! that’s all I’ve got to say bout that!

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Lisa
Twitter: lisanoel03
June 3, 2011 at 9:37 pm

I’m so with you. Except we can’t get other kids to stop using my sons stuff no matter what we do!!!!
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Shop with Me Mama (Kim)
Twitter: shopwithmemama
June 4, 2011 at 1:09 am

Okay, seriously LMAO!!!!! Love this post and love how descriptive you are in your writing ;) But yes, YUCK to share helmets, underwear, socks, shoes, flip flops, g strings and hair brushes….

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Shan @ Last Shreds Of Sanity
Twitter: BabyRocasMama
June 4, 2011 at 1:39 am

The reason I love you so is that you can write about all of your phobias, ahem, OCD qualities with such humor and lightness. You make me laugh every single time. But a thought just occurred to me, if you didn’t have the outlet of your blog, I think your head would explode.

Or Nate would be dead. one of the two.
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Heather T.
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June 5, 2011 at 11:05 am

Omg, if Allen ever got lice, I would throw up on his head every time. Shaving sounds really good to me. I bet you could do it to a girl and then buy them a wig and make them do Lady Gaga impressions, minus the vertigo stick and the jock strap…
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Kimberly August 2, 2011 at 8:47 am

You crack me up! Seriously. There is never a time when I stop by your blog that you don’t make me LMAO. LOL!
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Rebel Chick Jenn
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September 22, 2011 at 1:56 pm

I love it that you mentioned sex and pap smears in a post about kid’s sports. LOL You rock!
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Whitney
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September 23, 2011 at 10:22 pm

Lice pretty much terrifies me.

EWW.

I remember lending out my helmet, but lice never crossed my mind.
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