It will be remembered that on this day in history:
One dog went to the groomer and looks perfectly beautiful.
The other dog threw up three times, including the contents of the bag of trash the dogs got into last night. He doesn’t look so good.
One child brought home a report of good grades. He is sleeping the sleep of the innocent as I type this.
The other child brought home head lice. She won’t be able to go to school tomorrow, which means one parent will not be going out-of-town to a two day training that she cannot afford to miss but certainly cannot attend now.
One parent cleaned up the barf and combed out the lice. It was particularly special the third time the dog threw up, because it was on the old futon sofa, which will be travelling to the dump as soon as one parent can get someone to hoist it into the back of her station wagon.
The other parent thankfully answered his phone and went to the drugstore for the chemical shampoo that some people on the Internets swear by and others condemn.
One parent asked the other parent to also buy a pair of scissors, for one parent discovered she had the lice, too.
In a distant state, I feel sure, the step-parent had a moment of dis-ease he could not identify as his wife contemplated cutting her long, fluffy hair.
So far, the hair is uncut. But the combing is excruciating and also imprecise.
Do you suppose there are any professional nitpickers in the Greater City By the Sea area?