I became aware of our problem shortly after the children arrived home and I was setting a home-cooked meal on the dinner table, candles lit and all. The itching started. I immediately took them outside, and checked. Yes, it was there, much to my chagrin. Dinner was left cold as I took four hours to wash, de-nit the kids and sanitize my home.
The next morning I hired a "lice expert" to come and take any remaining nits out and give me instructions on how to prevent re-infestation. I spent the entire week with six hours of duties: vacuuming and turning all couches, mattresses and chairs over to clean, washing flat surfaces, doing treatments each night on the kids' hair, washing sheets, towels and other clothes immediately after being worn, and spraying repellent on heads every time they left the house.
They did not go back to school or martial arts until lice-free. But a home can take up to two weeks, as everything must be cleaned and covered with a clean sheet twice a day. I went to bed each night exhausted with back and wrist pain that woke me up in the middle of the night. Who knew you could get carpel tunnel syndrome for using a vacuum hose? The pain was this intense; the diagnosis is facetious.
The reason I write about this common but annoying circumstance is this: It felt like a mini trauma to my family. This can definitely be deemed a crisis when we experience these types of things because they affect our time and lifestyles so radically. It was not life threatening, it was not "harmful" per se. But emotionally, mentally and even physically, it affected us all.