Of Lice and Rocks

We returned a few days ago from our annual campout with Logan's extended family. In theory, this sounds like a really wonderful, fun, relaxing trip. Reality for me is that it can be a little challenging. We go to a campground where access to water is out on the road (and sometimes down the road a little, depending on your campsite) and you need to carry your dirty water out to the road to pour into their waste water sinks. They do have latrines, but those are also a ways down the road, can get really stinky and sometimes run out of toilet paper. On the flip side, it is a beautiful area, and we usually camp in sites with the river running just below us, so if you like the sound of a water feature, you're set.
So, to my story. I was kind of looking forward to this trip. It was our first year in our own site. We usually share with his parents. We got there in good time, got set up and things were going well. That is until Aunt Flo came to join me. I wasn't prepared because I had already received the scheduled visit about a week before we left for this trip. So, I made a trip into the nearest town and then grumped around at my bad luck and why does this keep happening to me...
So, spirits are down. We make it through a few more days with only a few scares as Brooklyn continues to topple camping chairs, landing with her head just too close to large rocks. Sunday arrives and we decide to take the kids down to the river to play in the water. We climb down a rather steep bank and find this nice little rocky beach. What do kids do? They start trying to "skip" rocks. As young as they are, that really means throwing rocks into the river. One gets a little close and I sternly reminded them to be careful they aren't throwing rocks by people. Of course, she was trying to throw her large rock the other direction, but at 6 she has little aim or control. So Maya pegged me in the head with a large rock. It hurt so bad, so I grabbed the side of my head. I opened my eyes to see blood streaming off both elbows. Logan starts pouring handfuls of freezing river water on my head to try and find the wound. He says every time he pushed on my head, more blood would squirt out. We grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding and managed to drag everyone back up to camp. It may have needed a few stiches, but the nearest hospital was an hour away. I was going to try and put in a picture, but realized this laptop doesn't have the programs for downloading from my camera yet, sorry. So, I have had a headaches ever since, can't sleep on my favorite side and, of course, keep getting banged on that side of my head. At least I got the rock in the head instead of Brooklyn!
So, that was eventful enough for me, but alas, it doesn't end there. We came home to unpack and clean the car. While Logan and I worked, Maya played with the neighbor kids. We called her in later for a good scrubbing and discovered that she had a bunch of bugs crawling in her hair. Yes, she has head lice. Not a clue where she got it from, but it is not fun. This is the girl who doesn't like to have her hair brushed, so you can just imagine what an hour of meticulously combing her hair sounded like. She is also restricted from playing with her friends. It's killing her and me at the same time. Not to mention all the extra washing and cleaning. So far, no one else has shown signs of head lice. She is the lucky one. It's a good thing I have a whole year before we consider this camping trip again.