The Gloved One

Michael Jackson had the right idea. About gloves, anyway. His only mistake was not wearing them on both hands. I'm in the middle of a very busy weekend, with a houseful of guests (including my niece and nephew) and my baby, and tonight I looked down at my hands and noticed that I had little nicks all over them. I have no idea how I got them. They might have happened while bathing my baby, or loading massive quantities of groceries into the trunk of my car, or peeling dozens of pears to make her baby food, or opening cans of organic spaghetti-o's for my nephew. However they happened, I'm sick of them. I feel like my hands are becoming more battle-scarred and workworn every day. Then it occurred to me: Dishwashing gloves don't have to be reserved for dishwashing. I can wear them while chopping vegetables, wiping down the counters, even making dinner. Hopefully, if I shield my hands from the ravages of everyday life, I can stop cringing every time I look at them!