Diary, June 15th: Tennis lessons

Because we have spent the past six years on the couch at night while the kids sleep, I signed us up for tennis lessons at the local municipal courts for Nat’s birthday.

It feels like such a luxury to be doing something outside at night together. (And really, between paying for lessons and babysitters and timing, it is a luxury.) But it’s so fun and freeing and good to be doing this.

But lessons are almost over and we’re trying to decide what to do next. Can we really commit to continuing on? And for what? So we’re good at tennis? That seems … silly. It’s not the playing of tennis that is the problem, it’s the hiring of babysitters that is. And we have 6 years until we can freely leave the house without finding care (I guess? What is the age when can children be left alone in the house for two hours? Is it “never”? It feels like “never.”)

However, I will say here we’ve somehow tapped into a local Babysitting Cabal of local teenagers who, if one can’t make it, they text their friend and then their friend comes so I don’t have to do the leg work. They are amazing and I love them. These girls are all very impressive. I guess I should be doing background checks but that would be slightly weird when they roll up in their parent’s minivan and are applying to Top Tier universities. Can’t I just make my life a little easier for once and trust these nice girls with my kids for two hours?

I’m not sure what the point of this post is. I’m very tired. I had many ideas about what to write but I can’t seem to get it down.  The kids have been waking up at 5:30 and I’m drained. I just wanted to say we’re actually doing something, together which feels good and new.

 

 

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