- You slather on the hand lotion and fifteen minutes later, your hands are dry again.
- You go to lovingly apply some of that same lotion to your daughter’s itchy arms, and she complains that your hands are “snagging” her.
- And finally, your son wakes you up in the middle of the night because he itches so badly. He is madder than a little hornet and he’s not going to take it anymore. Do something, Mommy! And so I stagger off to find the children’s Benadryl….and some lotion….and some peace.
You would think that—savvy Minnesotans that we are—we would own a humidifier. And we do, a huge industrial-sized behemoth that we purchased at Sam’s Club several years ago. It is ugly. It is broken. And it has got to go.
I’m off to the store to spend some money.
And who, may I ask, would blame me?