It cheapens the experience...

So I contracted some kind of nail fungus on my right hand's middle finger. The hand that is used to wipe the turdy butt of...let's say, not only the owner of that hand once a day, but also the butts of little ones countless times each day. I repeat...a daily average of 6 or 7 poopy diapers that are tended to by laying the said toddlers down on their backs, opening up the stinky package, wiping down the cracks and crevices using mostly my aforementioned middle finger that is covered with a baby wipe, and after strapping a fresh Huggies on them, repeated hand washings thereafter and voila! A fucking nail infection. TMI???

So I have to live with this unsightly nail looking like it's ready to dry up and crust off, cooking the meals, touching the food that goes into my babies' mouths. How can I go around touting how wonderful my job is as a stay at home mom when there are situations like this that make the experience so overrated and unrewarding. Though it's not noticeable until I point it out, there are days when it's really hard to just smile and answer, "I'm doing well, and you?"