My daughter started tennis lessons last month, and the spring session wraps up this week.  I feel like I have been running myself ragged driving to soccer practice, soccer games, and then tennis lessons. Next week I will enter into a place of pure freedom, where I can actually return text messages and take showers during the day.

I haven’t had my hair done in so long that I am now sporting a trend that I like to call “ombre by accident”.

Anyway, tennis has opened my eyes to a whole new world where parents are shiny and drive Range Rovers. I pull up in my old Buick and hope that trash doesn’t fall out.


The instructors have voices like Cinderella and look like supermodels.


M loves tennis. Luckily for her she inherited her dad’s  hand eye coordination. I am always very impressed at her ability to hit the ball.  She does a great job for only being four years old.


I think tennis is a sport that she will be sticking with, so I suppose I should enjoy my free time next week and perhaps I will clean out my car.

Or perhaps I won’t.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s