I burnt my hand again this morning. A small paperclip-sized wound that left me wincing. I’ve done it so many times in the past few months that my hands have started to look like a cautionary tale – “this is why we use oven gloves, kids!”
It happens when I’m trying to do things in a hurry. I’m yelling instructions to my children (brush your teeth! put your uniform on!), making up lunchboxes and scrolling through emails on my phone. When it’s time to take the bread out the oven I grab a tea towel – putting on oven gloves just seems like too much effort.