crack kills

You know why I can't write a lengthy, thought-provoking, insightful post about the deep feelings residing in my wacky brain tonight? The very act of typing those 28 words so far has been an exercise in measuring my pain threshold. Yeah, it sounds quite trivial, but every year when the temperature drops, my habit of washing my hands 437 times a day has the awful, terrible and horrific side effect of drying my fingertips out so much that they crack like crazy. The five bandaids covering my currently-active-cuts are making it a challenge to type, and the three on-the-verge-of-cracking-cracks are truly killing me.

And remember- I gave birth to a complete 28 pounds of baby au naturale (divided among three little people, of course). But these fingertip cracks really ache. Wanna see?

(Oh, do be kind on any comments you may wish to leave, and please refrain from any insults about my man-sized, crazily-long-fingered, nail-chewed, prematurely wrinkled hands... my ego is quite sensitive.)

Any tips for my cracky tips??