Yeah! We caught lice, probably from our best friends across the street.
DH gets a little neurotic about certain food- & personal-hygeine-related things, including his hair. When I discovered our problem, I was home with only DSS and our toddler. In my initial grossed-out controlled-panic, I said something to DSS along these lines: "Let me emphasize that I don't ever advocate lying to either of your parents, or keeping secrets from them. But, given the crazy stuff your Dad has going on with work, and the fundraiser he's putting on for the church this weekend, I'm wondering if it would be best to wait until Sunday, to tell him. He's already pretty stressed out, and you know how he feels about his hair!"
Of course, by the time DH got home I'd come to my senses and realized I HAD to tell him, because he had to treat his head before his big fundraiser! The conversation actually went better than I thought:
(him) "Here, Honey, I brought you some lunch!"
"So...You love me?"
"Well, of course I love you. Why would you even ask that?"
"You really love me?"
Then he started to panic and dramatically clutch at his chest. "OMG, Jeannine. Please don't tell me something terrible happened today. I've just got too much going on. Please don't say you broke my laptop."
"Well, NO! That's good news, isn't it? I did NOT break your laptop."
"Did you lose my baby?"
"No. So, that's also good news! The baby is NOT missing...He just has lice."
After all that, he was unexpectedly rational and joking about the whole thing!
Meanwhile, DSS had TM'd his Mom something along the lines of, "We have lice, but we're worried about telling Dad."
For reasons I will eventually explain, DSS's Mom rather bizarrely believes she and DH are having some sort of rekindling of warmth toward each other. Naturally, she wasn't going to skip what she thought was an opportunity to sabotage me! Not long after DH's and my talk, she TM'd him something along the lines of, "You have a lice problem at your house, but your wife is forcing the children to keep it a secret from you. Please take care of our son!" Annoying...but DH and I had a good chuckle over it!
P.S.: Perhaps I should clarify: By the time I talked to DH, I had already treated all the children and myself. I wasn't considering making THEM wait 'til Sunday for relief, only DH. Of course, that would never have worked, for various reasons!
Edited by VocalMinority - 8/13/11 at 1:30pm