I had a battle today–with a bleach bottle.
I rarely use bleach, in fact, it wasn’t until a couple of years ago that I used it at all. My son came home from college with our white towels and well, they weren’t white and smelled awful! There really was/is no place for him to hang his towels so they dry, he says. They get put into his hamper damp and that does not bode well for the towels nor any of his other clothes. I had to use bleach.
Plus, now that my husband is doing work on older homes (both small and large renovations), he’s getting filthy!! Especially his socks and any white t-shirts he may wear on-site. I miss the years he worked in new construction. ~sigh~
Anyway, I battled the bleach bottle…and lost.
After I gingerly washed my hands, I carefully laid the flap of skin back over the top wound to re-seal and heal itself. (Oops, sorry, TMI?) The nice red welts below that are blisters which will, hopefully, re-absorb into my palm without breaking open.
How Did This Happen?
Trying to open the bleach bottle, that’s how, you know, the darn “Press Down and Turn” cap? Well, I did and it didn’t. I hadn’t noticed what I’d done to my hand until I gave up and stormed off into the kitchen.
My husband came home from an errand and I waved “hello” with my bandaged hand.
“What did you DO?”
I showed him. “Ewww. Ouch.”
I told him of my dilemma fully versing him in my attempts to open the bleach bottle: at first gently pushing and turning the cap as instructed, and when that didn’t work, I used my full weight on it again and again and again. Grrrr…..
“You want me to open it?”
“Sure.” He proceeded to go out and, of course, opened the darn bleach bottle on his first try. I took a deep breath and squinted my eyes.
“I did that!! I tried doing it gently and lightly at first!!!! It didn’t work!!”
“I believe you! I believe you.” He closed it and opened it again.
“It’s not fair and it’s not funny!”
He walked away chuckling while I carefully started the white load then squealed with pain when I had to wash my hands afterwards. Hours later, I have to laugh too.
This whole thing reminded me of an hysterical Carol Burnett skit where she plays a woman who comes home from grocery shopping and proceeds to try to open up various items: cheese, jars, milk cartons, all to no avail. Click on her name above to watch it. Me?
I’m letting my husband grill tonight. I’m not going anywhere near the kitchen. The laundry was enough for me today. Oh, and at some point, I’ll thank him for opening that bottle of bleach for me.
Have you ever felt like you’re in a Carol Burnett shtick?
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