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So the good news first: I made it through Sam’s pre-k graduation ceremony without crying once.

I think the key was that I was Camera Mom. I’ve always been an epic fail at being Camera Mom. I never remember to bring my camera anywhere, and when I do, it’s always one photo away from the batteries dying.

But today I learned there’s a big benefit to being Camera Mom – you spend all of your time framing shots, and yelling at everyone to smile and say cheese, and with all of the busy work, you manage not to burst into tears when your sweet little boy is handed his first diploma. Of course, I also managed not to hear his poem about what he wants to be when he grows up the first two times he recited it – I was too busy taking a picture of him reciting the poem – but luckily, he was happy to repeat it a third time, so we were golden.

The bad news is that my neighbors think I’m a skank.

Have you seen tennis dresses? They’re short. And made of spandex. But they’re obviously tennis dresses, right? Apparently, not so if you’re not on a tennis court at the time you’re wearing one.

Before my match this morning, I was out walking the dogs – which was taking forever, because they, for some unknown reason, refuse to pee when it’s rained anytime in the past twenty-four hours – when I ran into my neighbor.

"That’s a cute sundress," she said.

I looked down at my orange-and-pink-spandexed self, confused. "Thanks, but it’s not a sundress. It’s a tennis dress."

"Really?" She looked at me, brow furrowed. "Oh. I thought it was just a regular dress."

And then I realized that the four times a week when I head to the tennis courts at eight in the morning, my neighbors apparently think I’m dressed in a spandex mini-dress to go to the grocery store. Or a bar.

Maybe I should just start carrying my racquet around with me everywhere, so as to give the visual cue: No, I’m not a whore, I just like to play tennis.

Posted 02 June 2009 at 02:46 PM