This is what my hands look like right now. Covered with itchy, burning hives. RedDog calls them my witch hands because they are so lumpy and warty looking. I call them the very bane of my existence.
So much of what we do as mothers, wives and ‘runners of homes’ involves our hands: from washing dishes and soothing an injured child to folding warm laundry and making meals. It seems like a mom’s hands are ever moving and every last bit of it currently causes me pain and frustration.
Right now this my reality and it is making me miserable.
I would rather sit all day with my hands plunged into a bucket of ice water, than scrub a dish or toilet, because ice water is the only thing that seems to give any relief. I’ve been in a Benadryl coma for days with no benefit. Medicines, creams, sprays, nothing working.
And mostly I’m just annoyed with myself. I feel whiny. And tired. And itchy. And complainy. And of no use. In fact, just typing is making me mad. So I’m going to stop.
But I feel better having vented. So thanks.