Baseball may just be the Mediocre Mom’s worst enemy.
The stubborn grass and dirt stains. All the different pieces of equipment: glove, batting gloves, bat, helmet, chest protectors, and on and on. A full uniform of pants, socks, belts, cleats, hat, shirt, blah, blah, blah.
You get the picture. A baseball-playing child sets a Mediocre Mom up for failure at every turn. And my Boy has the additional need for rec specs and a mouth guard to protect his braces. There is just no way everything is remembered all the time. And, quite frankly, I just get plain tired.
That was my excuse a week ago when I couldn’t muster the energy or desire to wash that blame uniform one more time. Even though it stunk, and stunk bad. I mean, real bad.
But I did what any other Mediocre Mom would do, right? I opened the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a can of Lysol. Yes, Lysol.
I held that nasty uniform at arm’s length and gave it a good ole spraying. After a few guttural coughs, I brought the uniform to my nose to smell my ingenuity.
That’s not what I smelled. I smelled a nasty uniform still, only now it was mixed with the pungent odors of Lysol.
My cousin who was visiting for the weekend and watching with a dubious expression asked, “Why don’t you just throw the uniform into the dryer with some dryer sheets?”
“What? I don’t believe in using fragrances, perfumes, dyes or chemicals on my clothes. I only use all-natural detergents and dryer sheets for our laundry.”
Well ... not counting Lysol. Especially in a pinch.
