One day not long ago I realized the backs of my hands resemble the scratchy part of Velcro. Which would be okay except that there were little red fissures forming on my knuckles. I was all like, what the Hell, and then I thought about the beginning of a typical day:
6:00 Wake up, pee, wash hands, make coffee
6:15 Shower, apply makeup, wash hands
6:30 Eat breakfast, noodle around on iPad, wash hands (because that thing never gets washed)
6:45 Refresh coffee, wash hands, make and warm bottle
6:55 Scratch butt, wash hands (Come on, I’m not the only one. And at least I’m hygienic about it.)
7:00 Feed and change baby, wash hands
7:30 Change baby (he’s a morning pooper, yay), use hand santizer, carry baby to pack-n-play, wash hands (Yes I know that’s overkill, but how can I touch my baby’s morning-fresh outfit with even a trace of poo on my hands?)
Mystery solved. I cast about the house for something to slather on between my approximately 500 daily hand washings and found this:
It came from an impulse buy bin at Sephora years ago. It’s basically petroleum jelly, random oils and rose water, but you know what? It’s working. And it smells nice. You can get some here if you like. I’m pretty sure Sephora still has it, too, but I can’t go in there to check for you because I always get sucked in by the 800 colors of eyeliner that I’ll never use.
Mama-Come-Lately 
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