A few weeks ago, I was at the birthday party for Dark&Lovely’s daughter and struck up a conversation with one of her tennis teammates. When I mentioned that I used to play on the same tennis team as D&L but wasn’t at all a good tennis player, she got excited because she knew someone putting together a low level team.
Some of you will recall that I used to love playing tennis, and by “playing tennis” I mean wearing cute skirts and coordinating eloborate feasts. I gladly gave her my contact information and told her I’d love to play again.
Fast forward to today and I am trying to figure out why in the world I thought this would be a good idea. First, the team is a little less organized than I choose to be. Everything has been so last minute and rushed. Second, what the hell am I going to do with that baby when I have practice or games? A babysitter is another expense I cannot afford. Third, I don’t have anything to wear. I got rid of all my tennis clothing when I was pregnant and subsequently moved. Lastly, and this is the most important, I DON’T REMEMBER HOW TO PLAY TENNIS!!!!!
I literally haven’t picked up a tennis racket in 3 years. Even when I did play, I wasn’t very good. These women are going to be so disappointed when I show up for practice tomorrow. If I’m lucky they won’t actually schedule me for any games lest I make a complete fool of myself. Wait they’re called matches, aren’t they?
See what I mean?!?