Elevation Worship B.C.D.O. Tauren Wells Rend Collective Hilsong Y & F Pat Barrett LZ7 Tye Tribbett I Am They Sinach We Are Messengers Andy Mineo Part Six.
I was informed from the meeting I had at MP’s that, “If you have a onesie to bring one for camping as it gets cold during the night, and if you didn’t have one to make sure you wear a hat on your head at night.” I had my sleeping bag, my pillow and my onesie with the hood on and two large hanging pom poms.
Saturday night I was tucked up in bed by 11pm, which is mega early for me, but I’d been going to bed mega late all year, so as I kept promising myself an early night, then this was it. The kids had gone with Lydia to a kid’s event, which started 11pm and was for one hour, called the Silent Disco. Blue went with them and Marty, she said when they returned, “It was fantastic,” She explained, “There are groups of music you can pick and you put the headphones on and just you can hear the music, and anyone walking into the room would hear nothing, but see young people dancing.” There was also another late night sing a long event that we could hear, it sounded SO good, and all the songs we knew. Yet even though I was in bed early I’d still done 19,000 steps that day!
I woke 5.30am Sunday morning, this was the day that I would see Elevation Worship, I said my prayers silently in my head, and scribbled down events of yesterday in my little book.
My mobile was on 30% and my watch was on 3%. I noticed that my texts that I’d sent the day before to Paul, Meghan and others had finally sent during the night. The signal here was rubbish! I’d told Meghan that, “I needed to charge my mobile and watch,” And the strangest thing was if they both went on 0%, I’d have not time, what sort of a watch is that?
We all had another wonderful breakfast, after breakfast, myself and MP decided we had to go and have a shower, we’d been here since Friday night and none of us in our small group had had a shower yet. We’d seen the long queues for the twenty individual showers, I’d never had a shower before at a camp site so didn’t know what to expect. I was in my onesie and had with me soap and flannel, it had been very hot yesterday and it was still quite warm now. MP and myself laughed with those in the queue, apparently there were two queues one for the posher showers, those had a sink in and a mirror, the majority showers had just a shower. MP said, “I’m going to use the posher shower,” And she joined the now smaller queue.
A woman came out of the shower and I was next, I said to her, as she came towards me and I towards her, “Does it work?” As we’d heard some didn’t work, “It’s wonderful,” She replied, I went in and the first thing I noticed when I went in, after I’d made sure I’d locked the door, that the floor was wet, I know that might seem an odd thing to notice, but I’m wearing a onesie. The usual me would have cleaned anything that a hand can touch, I’d have wiped thoroughly with semi neat Dettol, but I was camping and had to be in camping mode, so I touched the button that turned on the water and it suddenly came towards me for about twenty seconds, and then I thought I hope that wasn’t my quota of water! As I really needed to have a shower, but then I remembered the woman’s words, “Its wonderful,” And I was reassured that there would be plenty of water for me and those after me.
If you’ve ever worn a onesie, you’ll know they have only three purposes, that is to walk in, sit in and sleep in, nothing else. My first task was to try and take them off without getting them on the floor, there was nothing to sit on, there was only a tiny shelf away from the shower, I unzipped it, and took out one arm, then took out my other arm, mine is a winter onesie so quite heavy, I then tried to take my left leg out, lowering the rest of the onesie, it was difficult as I had my crocs on and I didn’t want the water of all the other campers to then be on my onesie, I took my left crocs off and took my left leg out, putting back on my crocs, I then did the same with my right leg, I hung my onesie on the hook on the door, walking towards the shower I turned it on, there was no need to adjust the heating it was one setting, and perfect, it was wonderful indeed, I soaped up and rinsed twice, and could have done so a third time, but that would have been selfish as others were waiting, so I turned it off.
It was at this point I wondered why I hadn’t brought a towel with me, not a problem for at home sometimes I don’t use a towel just the flannel, but this was no ordinary time, it was very hot In there, I dried myself down as best as I could, but tried as I might, I just couldn’t get my onesie back on! I was just too damp! I had to try to keep it off the wet floor, but that seem completely impossible for it would mean, all of the onesie would have to be near the floor of the shower cubical, with nothing to hold on to, I needed another pair of hands, one to hold onto the highish shelf, the other to open up the leg of the onesie so I could put my wet foot in and the third to hold the rest of the winter onesie off the floor, I was getting very frustrated and eventually got my left leg in, and tried to pull it up, it was hard, then I had to lower the onesie again without losing my balance to put my right foot into my onesie, but again I was just too damp, the onesie wasn’t budging! It was like a match and the onesie was winning 1 - 0 I was hot and bothered and felt that all eyes were on my door and that the grumbling crowd was all upset with me as to why I was taking SO long! At one point I just wanted to walk out with no onesie on, to show them all I tried to hurry up but was sorry that I couldn’t go any faster, but I realize that if I did that, it would be called a nervous breakdown. So, I tried to keep calm and reasoned with myself, it was all alright. But the damn thing would go in the damn bin when I got home. I hated the onesie at the time, it if had feelings it wouldn’t have felt the love. I couldn’t wait to back home and throw it in the bin, what a waste of money it was the day I bought it. I remembered how happy I was when I bought it, yes it was in the sale and a bargain, but how was I to know the grief it would cause me a year later. Its official I’m a onesie hater! After what seemed like ages, I got my left arm in and then my damp and sweaty left arm, I zipped it up, and doubled checked it was zipped up and opened the door. I was very hot. I thought MP must have wondered where on earth I was, not that she had waited for me, it was just as well, or she’d had thought I fell down the plug hole. When I went back to the tent, I told them all about it, we all had a good laugh, but the onesie was still going in the bin! MP said to me, like she was a onesie sympathiser, “Don’t throw it in the bin.” I replied, “I won’t.”