When Love Meets Mr. Baseball

Chapter 2- Getting Ready

Kristy POV

I finally get out of the shower and wrap the towel around myself to head to my closet to find today's outfit for work. That's the best part of being a Physical Therapist, attire was always easy and comfortable! I grabbed a pair of black crop yoga pants and my work t-shirt with company logo on it. It also had my name printed on the upper left hand chest area with Sports Medicine and Physical Therapist, DPT under my name, Kristy Parten. Quickly threw them on and grabbed my favorite pair of white Under Armor Sneakers to go with my outfit.

I grabbed a backpack out of the closet and threw my royal blue tank top and Nike athletic shorts to change into after my shift at the hospital today. I needed to head straight off to Coach the Youth Boys Little Bulls League Baseball Team at the Rec Center near the Big Horns Stadium. Aahh, I loved being called Coach Kris by these amazing group of youth boys! My son also apart of this team makes it even special to me. I have been coaching them since moving here. They just so happened to need someone when I went to sign my son up, apparently the previous coaches struggled to make a connection with the boys. I on the other hand have had them 2 years now and they are just as all my own sons. Coaching sometimes takes the right one to fit, I guess I happenedto be the right fit this youth team of boys. "Oh s**t!", I shouted realizing the time, cursing myself for sleeping in those extra 10 minutes this morning. I should have had the kids up 15 minutes ago.

Rushing to the mirror in the bathroom, I frown a little. I'm going to miss this hunter green t-shirt, after today only 2 more days remand and I'd be off to my new role at the Bull Horns Team. Shaking those thoughts for now, I quickly applied light makeup as my usual. I've never been one who goes all out and spends alot of time on doing makeup. Actually can't stand the fake look of those who go heavy and hard on the makeup. I mean seriously, are they really trying to hide something that bad on their face!? I sure am not out to impress anyone that badly. Light brushed foundation, eye liner and mascara, done! Just a small amount made my hazel green eyes pop and I loved that.

"Great, now this", I sigh as taking the towel off my wet hair. Seems everyone loves my hair, but me. Blonde and long wavy down to my lower back, nearly touching my arse. Major issue I have with it... it is so thick and can get so fizzed out it can make me feel like I stuck my head in a light socket some days. It's all about the tamming! I sprayed then rubbed in all the tamming oil throughout all of my hair and then began the long process of combing it. It's still challenging figuring out everyday what to do with it. Instead of the normal ponytail I'd do, I decided on a few braids on the sides and then gathered it all back into a high ponytail. At least there's some style in it! Good enough...

One things for sure, I wasn't a high maintenance women. Record timing getting out of the bathroom is what I aim for! "On to the hard task", I said to myself leaving the bathroom, it was time to wake the 2 kiddos up and that was like waking up sleeping bears!

My kids are my whole world. I'd do anything for them and they have always come in my life. That's just the way it will always be. I know this move to Alabama was going to be hard on them, but they've adjusted really well and made so many new friends. They get involved with all sorts of things and help me out so much. They are my rocks, the biggest support system I've hard. My son eats, sleeps baseball, it's all he lives for. My daughter not much different as she is into baseball, quite a helper to me when I need her and is into so many other sports. Our lives are not slow, we're constantly running doing something and I love it. I might get exhausted, but I always keep going because it's about the Adventure!

"Knock Knock, Let's go Bree, It's after 6:40 now!", I shouted out from the door of my daughter's room. She's not really a morning person either, takes after her mother I guess.

"Aaahh, Seriously Mom..." Bree exclaims back to me throwing the blankets over her head.

A 16 year old teenager attitude can sometimes get overwhelming, but it's a good thing Bree keeps it in check most of the time. She's a great girl, I can rely on her alot and she's very responsible. Of course I worry, but I know I don't have to quite as much as many parents do.

"You got 5 min to get up and going before I come back,", I say to her before moving on to Bryce's room.

My son's 10 years old and more of a morning person then the 2 of us are. As I open his door, there he is all dressed bookbag ready on his bed for school and his baseball bag all packed beside it as well, meanwhile playing video games while he waited on me to come wake him up. I chuckled shaking my head.

"How long have you been up bud?", I asked him with a smirk.

"I heard your alarm when it went off the first time Mom..." Bryce said sarcasm as usual and his eyes never leaving his game.

" Ok bud, shut your game off and head down for breakfast, remember your bags", I tell him before passing back by Bree room to check if she's up.

Bree just crawled out of bed and was headed for shower. I continued back to my room went to bathroom to glance in the mirror one last time. Check all is good. Then grabbed my bag and headed to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast before we headed out. Bryce had already made his way to the table and drinking a glass of apple juice. I went to the Keurig and started my cup of coffee.

"Cereal this morning bud?" I ask Bryce.

"Sure, how about the Charms with Marshmallows please", he explained while pulling his baseball glove and ball out of his lap beginning to toss the ball slightly in the air and catching it.

"How about you put that away and be ready to eat before I get the cereal ready bud?", I asked him with the smile I give him when he's melting my heart .

I love his devotion too baseball. Always playing no matter where he is. He grinned, but grummbled a littled going to his bag to take care of his glove and ball. I quickly got his cereal ready and on the table for him. Went back to finish off my coffee with creamer and sugar. Must haves in my coffee. I grabbed a couple granola bars and threw them in my bag. May end up being a late breakfast for me, I've never really been one for consistency on breakfast. Bree came walking in, grumpy tierd still written on her face. It takes her a bit to wake up, she'll be good by 10, best of luck to the teachers until then!

"You want cereal or granola bars for breakfast?", I ask Bree as she slumps into the chair at the table.

"Not hungry yet, granola bars for later please", she half yawns, half speaks to me.

"Ok sleepy head, here ya go!", as I handed her a couple granola bars. I also handed her one of her morning drinks she's found of, RipIt. It's like an energy drink with no sugar in it.

"Thank you.... What am I driving today, the jeep or the truck?" Bree asked while standing up beginning to get ready to go.

It's now 7:15 and we needed to be headed out to be sure we all got to where needed to be by 8. Leaving time incase traffic or anything should ever be an issue. Im famous for running behind, but Bree always tried her best to keep me in check to being early.

"Why don't you take the Jeep, I need the truck for the baseball stuff for practice today. which by the way, your coming over after school with your brother right? Do you have to work today?", I asked her.

"Yeah I can drop him off, but I gotta work so I can't help out today at the field, sorry. My shift ends at 8pm", Bree explained back me. She's got a part-time job working at the local restaurant as a waitress. She loves it and everyone loves her. She's the sweetest girl and it earns her a large sum in tips.

"No worries baby girl, Work is more important. Here's the keys to the Jeep", I tossed the keys to Bree as we all started walking towards the door picking up our bags as we head out.

The kids loaded their bags in the back of the lifted up white Jeep Wrangler with black rims. This time of year I had the top off because it was so nice out. I know Bree is a farely new driver, however, she's been an amazingly responsible driver. I trust her completly behind the wheel, it's sometimes others on the road that freaks me out causing worry.

"Make sure you text me when your at school, when you leave school... you know the drill Bree", I tell her with that worried mom tone. As I check the seatbelt on Bryce is secure.

"Yes Mom, I know the drill", She sighed back at me.

"Love you guys, I'll see you later today!", I exclaimed, leaning in to kiss Bryce on the forehead.

"Love you too Mom", they both say in unisex.

They begin backing up to take off as I'm loading into the lifted up Black Chevy 4 door pickup truck. Tinted out windows which I love, louder exhaust and everything down to the rims are blacked out on this baby. You could say I love my truck, absolutely! Yes, most turn their head, a women getting out of a truck like this. I've even been asked when with the kids why a truck, where's my mini van!? She's my baby and I love this truck. Starting it up and the way it rumbles makes me tingle still.

As I head off to work and hit the road with my shades on, radio up blasting the country tunes and windows down with the wind blowing through...oh yeah... I am coming alive for the day!