Did you know that Labor Day was founded to celebrate the days that we’ve worked throughout the year? It’s a day to relax, kick your feet up and not work.
That would be great wouldn’t it? Except that I can’t kick my feet up because the couch is full of unfolded clean laundry that someone needs to fold before I can sit back and relax.
I could probably ask the kids to do it but then I would have to work at hunting down where the hid my stack of clean underwear this time. Notice the words “this time”. Last time it took me three days to find them behind our dresser in our room.
The kids probably need to be in a good mood to keep them from hiding my underwear which is usually helped along by food. Food that I’m going to have to cook which leads to pans that I’m going to have to wash. Which leads to the sink which is already so full of dishes that I’m going to have to do before I can make any food at all.
But we all need to enjoy this celebration of our labor throughout the year.
A celebration wouldn’t be complete without a full spread, that I’ll spend time whipping up in the kitchen if I can find it under the pile of dishes in the sink.
If Pinterest has it’s way we also need to have patriotic bandana tablecloths and star studded wreaths. Well let’s get started on that so we will only spend the better part of the day cleaning up the glitter that the children got hold of instead of the entire day.
It’s a day to relax. Crack a beer, that you’ll have to fetch for someone. Let the kids have one last huge hurrah in the water sprinklers while you scrub mud off the laundry room floor and the bathroom ceiling (don’t ask questions).
It’s LABOR DAY! Unless you’re a mom. Then it’s Monday. Even if we did celebrate and go hog wild, throwing responsibility to the wind…. it would just be waiting on Tuesday.
Obviously men created this holiday. Not only because women will be working nonstop on Labor Day, but a woman that has gone through childbirth would never name a time to celebrate and enjoy the day as LABOR DAY because we all know that there is no joy in labor.
Happy Labor Day. Or as I like to call it “happy one day closer to Tuesday”. A Mom’s View of Labor Day
Did you know that Labor Day was founded to celebrate the days that we’ve worked throughout the year? It’s a day to relax, kick your feet up and not work.
That would be great wouldn’t it? Except that I can’t kick my feet up because the couch is full of unfolded clean laundry that someone needs to fold before I can sit back and relax.
I could probably ask the kids to do it but then I would have to work at hunting down where the hid my stack of clean underwear this time. Notice the words “this time”. Last time it took me three days to find them behind our dresser in our room.
The kids probably need to be in a good mood to keep them from hiding my underwear which is usually helped along by food. Food that I’m going to have to cook which leads to pans that I’m going to have to wash. Which leads to the sink which is already so full of dishes that I’m going to have to do before I can make any food at all.
But we all need to enjoy this celebration of our labor throughout the year.
A celebration wouldn’t be complete without a full spread, that I’ll spend time whipping up in the kitchen if I can find it under the pile of dishes in the sink.
If Pinterest has it’s way we also need to have patriotic bandana tablecloths and star studded wreaths. Well let’s get started on that so we will only spend the better part of the day cleaning up the glitter that the children got hold of instead of the entire day.
It’s a day to relax. Crack a beer, that you’ll have to fetch for someone. Let the kids have one last huge hurrah in the water sprinklers while you scrub mud off the laundry room floor and the bathroom ceiling (don’t ask questions).
It’s LABOR DAY! Unless you’re a mom. Then it’s Monday. Even if we did celebrate and go hog wild, throwing responsibility to the wind…. it would just be waiting on Tuesday.
Obviously men created this holiday. Not only because women will be working nonstop on Labor Day, but a woman that has gone through childbirth would never name a time to celebrate and enjoy the day as LABOR DAY because we all know that there is no joy in labor.
Happy Labor Day. Or as I like to call it “happy one day closer to Tuesday”. 
