First, one word or two? Hand-washing. Hand washing. Hmm.
I hate hand washing. I mean, strongly dislike, we don’t use the word hate in our house. (A whole different post.)
But I do it.
About 8 million times a day. Not kidding. Wake up, go to the bathroom, wash my hands. Help Sage into underwear, change Kolby’s diaper, wash hands. Empty bathroom garbage, wash hands. Make breakfast, wash hands. Maybe twice while I am making breakfast. Dress kids, shower, wash dishes, wash hands. Change Kolby’s diaper again. Wash hands. Play with the kids or “work” on the computer, wash hands. Fix snack. Wash hands.
Do you see the pattern? It just goes on and on. And that isn’t counting the times that I rinse my fingers off as I prepare food.
My fingers have had it. Seriously. For the second time this fall, my thumb and pointer finger just start protesting by peeling all layers of skin off. I am pretty sure all seven layers of my fingertip is coming off.
It is not pretty. Nor does it feel good.
So now after I wash my hands all the time, I am trying to put lotion on too. So, now I am washing hands and putting on lotion. Between those two things, I barely have time to change diapers and fix meals!
Ah, the joys of being a stay at home mom.