In baseball hitting for the cycle means a player hit a single, double, triple and home run in the same games. It is a rare feat to be celebrated.
I don't exactly know what hitting for the cycle would be in motherhood and I don't know that the following experience should be celebrated, but after repeated fails the other day I just kept having the thought that I should give up and go to bed because I had in fact, hit for the cycle.
1. Drench. I came running in from the garage after picking up four kids. (God bless that ONE kid who manages to ride the bus home on Tuesdays.) I had to go to the bathroom SO BAD. I had my phone the waistband of my skirt and I was carrying Shaye. I bent over to put the seat down (three sons) and my phone fell into the toilet. I fished it out while still holding Shaye and still doing the pee pee dance. Then I called Ty to come get the phone from me to take it apart an dry it out. He said, "I am not coming in there while you are pee-ing." Really? It doesn't seem to have been a problem at any other time in his life.
(He did take apart the phone and then he covered the soaking wet thing with about eleven grains of rice. Thanks Ty.)
2. Dig. Shaye's nose has been really stuffy/runny lately. I saw some disgusting matter in there and went after it with a tissue. That didn't work. She couldn't blow it out so I looked for the baby snot snucker. I found the leftovers from when the dog had recently eaten it as a snack. I attacked the offending nose matter with a Q-tip and realized it was too firm to be mucous related. I decided to take one stab at it with the tweezers before I resigned to the ER. I was figuring Shaye Baby must have got some tissue embedded in there. Instead a pulled out a tennis shoe to a Polly Pocket. Apparently she decided at the sitter's her nasal cavity would be a good place to shove a toy she is not allowed to play with.
3. Dump. About that time my nice neighbor/coworker came over to discuss impending layoffs at our school. She was sitting at a bar stool observing my domestic goddess prowess. I picked up the pepper box with my good hand. (Shaye was occupying the other arm.) and dumped half a box of pepper on the chicken breast I was preparing. Luckily that was easily fixed.
(About this time The Coach showed up unexpectedly. He had a game and I thought he would be headed to it. Obviously I didn't get the phone call that he needed to swing by because my damp phone was chilling out in a big bowl with eleven of its ricest friends.)
4. Drop. Finally I was rummaging through the freezer for some food item when I took out a frozen t.v. dinner. Apparently some child had previously opened the dinner, peeled back the plastic then decided he didn't want it. Frozen corn and chicken went everywhere. I called for Ty who was sweeping the dining room to come sweep the kitchen and then I wrestled corn kernels from Shaye before she could insert them into her nose.
I feel like I pretty much covered everything a domestic hero should in one day. I guess I will break into my home run trot now and go sign some autographs!
I haven't hopped for a while so I thought I would. If you are vising from the hops please let me know so I can return the favor. (And don't expect me to ever do better for this, I mean I did hit for the cycle after all!)