Why I don't wear my engagement ring anymore

My day by things I wiped with a cloth or rag of some kind. In chronological order:

tears, milk, cereal, diaper waste, hands, diaper waste, hands, nose, cupboard, table, floor, chair, cupboard, hands, sink, toilet, hands, face, stomach, legs, blood, face, blood, sink, tears, nose, milk, cupboard, peanut butter, juice, milk, table, rice, spider guts, stove, hands, face, arms, legs, feet, floor, diaper waste, hands, nose, milk, book, diaper waste, hands, (12:00pm) cereal, crackers, milk, spider guts, floor, cupboard, cupboard doors, baseboard, bench, chairs, table, dishes, diaper waste, hands, diaper waste, hands, nose, tears, grass, sand, hands, tears. . . . .

It isn't complete, because honestly, around 2:00 I started loosing track.

In the first half of the week (after I do laundry) I wonder why I have so many towels in the kitchen that I can't even shut the drawer, and the last half of the week I spend looking for something to wipe my hands on. Half the time it is someone's sock that they left on the floor. Ew, but dry.