A Day In My Life

Yesterday was SUPER busy for me. I was invited to play with the Pantex Fire Department softball team in the Lifestar Tournament at Southwest Park. Last year, John and I both played, but this year he was on shift. Knowing that there is usually a big need for female players, I gladly accepted.
We did great--got 2nd place. The only bummer was that we were forced to take 2nd by the huge downpour of rain around 6:30pm. I believe we could have won the tournament again (this is the 3rd annual, and Pantex Fire won the first 2) if it hadn't been for the drenching we got. I have seriously not ever seen that much rain at one time. It was crazy! I was soaked to the bone by the time I reached my car, and it took me about 15 minutes longer than normal to get home. Our housing edition entrance was flooded, and there were wrecks and stalled cars everywhere.
I pulled into the garage, quickly shut the door, and was super thankful I had a warm bath in my future.
Knowing that my mom and kids were at my grandma's house, I decided to strip down in the garage before going into the house for my bath. After all, everything I had on--from my hat to my softball shoes--was wet. Once completely in my birthday suit, I headed for the door into the house.
I tried to turn the door knob...
It was locked.
Oh my goodness. Now what?
There I stood--a stinky, wet, NAKED mess.

Ok, don't panic. There's always a plan B, right?

I called Mom, who happened to have my spare house key, and tried to work out a plan for her to drive back over. She was in her camero, so it was questionable whether or not she could even make it down the flooded Amarillo streets.
Sheesh.
At least she was willing to attempt the drive. After all, her only daughter was standing naked in a garage while a torrential downpour was still going on outside. It wasn't like I could just get back in my van and drive to her.

There I sat...on the ice chest in the front of our garage...with my ipod and phone as my only company.
Did I mention I was naked?!?
Bleh.

30 minutes passed before I got a call from Mom. She couldn't make it down the flooded streets and had to go back to Grandma's.
Just peachy.
She actually had a plan C though. Dad has a big 4x4 truck, so he was going to come get her and the kids at Grandma's and then come to my casa to rescue me.
Dang.
Now I DESPERATELY needed to find something to put on.

Oh--and did I mention that I really needed to pee at this point? Well, I did. And the only bathroom was on the other side of that darn locked door.
What to do, what to do? I searched through John's tool cabinets hoping to find something I could borrow to relieve myself in. Amazingly enough, John keeps his stash of 16oz. styrofoam cups in the garage.
Bingo.
I grabbed one and let loose.
Ahhhhh, much better. Now I could wait in comfort.

Luckily, I also found an old ratty t shirt, and I was forced to put my wet shorts back on. I didn't want to scar my children for life if they happened upon me...in the garage...naked. Things were definitely looking up.

Another 25-30 minutes passed, and I heard Dad's truck pull up. I can't even tell you how happy I was to see everyone. The kids were totally freaked out by the fact that their mom had to pee in a styrofoam cup.
Oh well, it could be worse.
Right?

One nice hot bath later, I was feeling like my old self again.

~Mel