it's called labor day for a reason

A few days ago Danny asked me what this whole Labor Day thing is all about. I guess he figured it must be special since they get the day off school.

I told him it's like an end of summer celebration day. Telling a kid it's a day to celebrate people who work is kind of lame. He wanted to know what people do to celebrate Labor Day. I just said they go to parks and have picnics with their families. He thought that was a great idea. I knew he would which is why I didn't mention anything about going to the pool (which I'm pretty sure is a popular thing to do too).

I pulled up all my scraggly looking flowers and Dan chopped down a tree (how's that for some hard labor?) and somehow we made it all the way to dinner time (you know how they say the days are long but the years are short? they aren't kidding.) and our picnic at the park. Grama Bama and Grandpa came with us. We sat at the table wondering if there's a Labor Day parade somewhere with people dressed up as workers. Grama Bama thought there probably was one in Chicago with all the Irish people there. (Don't ask.)

Cate was grouchy because we had to wake her up to go. Danny just wanted to play basketball but there were other kids on the court for a while. We set up our chairs and just all sat watching other people play. Someone wondered out loud when the fireworks would start. (Don't ask.)

We came home and bedtime darn near killed me. If I turn up dead one day that will most likely be the cause. I know there will come a day when bedtime will be just fine and dandy because my parents have 4 daughters and they certainly don't worry about bedtime anymore. I might have to wait until I'm 70 but I know it'll come.

Happy Labor Day indeed (aka So Long, Summer!)

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