For the past week, we spend three or four hours every night on baths, laundry, vacuuming, linens, and ointments. Ridiculous. We are in the scabies-scare holding pattern. We will be taking the babies to have a more thorough exam tomorrow morning. We will learn who is better at 10th grade biology, me or the husband. We had many silly debates over the $30 microscope set: skin cell, scabie, skin cells, scabies.

I had to let the new nanny go in light of the potential contagion. She will return when we have a clean bill of health to report. Friends and family are all reporting bumps and itchies. Lay your bets. We are hoping to solve this mystery tomorrow morning.

The girls are getting secondary benefits from the decontamination lock-down. They are forced to build relationship with mom and dad. Several skin ailments have cleared up due to the rigorous bathing and drenching in essential oils. They have settled upon a size 3 diaper; too large in front, but big enough in back. Although, they can still poop off an outfit or two per day if you let ‘em. They are starting to get settled and confident in a routine.

Ron and I are tired out of our minds, no, just bodies. We fall asleep as early as possible after everyone has some kind of sheets and blankets.

A huge thank you to people who have cooked for the family, dared to come over and clean or organize, and all the prayers which have literally turned my attitude around on the spot when I really needed it.

We’ll let you know what the international adoption specialists say about the situation tomorrow.

Fidelle