I am a water polo mom. I have been for a few years now, so I have figured a few things out.
Keep a foldable chair in the car. There are usually bleachers (except for when there aren’t)…but they are never comfortable.
Keep an extra towel in the car. Not for the water polo players- they had better remember their own. Said bleachers often have dew, spilled high school who-knows-what-that-is substances, or in the case of this winter….rain puddles. Lots of rain puddles.
The list goes on. I’ve seen it all and learned ways to deal with it all. Which is why when yesterday’s forecast said “Rain rain rain” and my schedule said “water polo, water polo, water polo, water polo, and water polo,” I knew what to do.
I wore boots. Tall leather ones (I live in SoCal and don’t own rain boots, so this is the next best thing). Thick socks underneath.
I wore jeans. A long sleeved shirt. A waterproof jacket. Brought an umbrella. And a towel. And my little foldable chair. I was even smart enough to fold up my chair every time I stood up so it would stay dry.
So how did I end up with a sopping wet shirt from my upper back to my waist? Not sure. Said shirt never came out from under my jacket. Jacket was not soaked through.
How did my jeans end up completely soaked through from the back of my waist to the back of my knees? I’m really not sure. I sat under an umbrella, on a chair, on top of a towel. And I still got soaked.
How did I end up with boots so soaked my socks were wet? Not really sure. I promise I didn’t jump in any puddles. Although that may have been fun…
This all just reminded me that sometimes things go wrong. Even when we are prepared. Life makes its own rules and its own path for us.
Even if we have the best laid plans.