Cue A Re-Do

Daughter has come home yet again from school with head lice. This experience, we have had before; at least twice, and the whole process is frustrating. Boys were lackadaisical about the whole deal and refused to submit to the “just in case treatment.” Son B walked past and said to his sister, “stop getting lice” and that was all.  Cue bleach and cleaning frenzy, pillow washing, and home sanitation. Tiring work.
Meat defrosting in the fridge leaked through the plastic wrapper and bag. I open the fridge door for milk to find bloody drips steadily leaking into the “just- yesterday- filled” vegetable crisper. I don’t know… can you scrub meat goo off of cauliflower, mushrooms and bean sprouts?  I can’t be sure, so into the garbage they go. Clue bleach and cleaning frenzy.
Oh, and a pulled back muscle and spasms. I’d suppose from hurriedly pulling fridge glass and shelves out to clean, while running extremely late to work.  You know, due to the extended  morning comb out of waist length hair for lice. Cue quick latte and leaving with wet hair squished into a messy bun.
Cue dropping expensive- to- replace car key directly into foamy latte while trying to start the ignition. Cue tranquility. Cue it now. Laters.