Growing up, the only thing Labor Day signified to me was the end of summer. The first day of school was always the Tuesday after Labor Day, so it wasn’t a holiday I particularly looked forward to.
Sometime during the nearly 30 years since I graduated from high school, the first day of school has edged its way into mid-August, and now Labor Day means a three-day weekend for me to catch up on housework and for the kids to catch up on school work.
But it also means that I get to spend a very rare evening with my husband when neither of us has to get up and go to work the next day. Since he works on Saturday and Sunday mornings, every night in our house is a work night.
Except on three-day weekends.
And that always makes me smile.
Day 56: Three-day Weekends
Day 18: Bartholomew Cubbin’s Victory Day 17: A Royal Birth Day 16: Creative Kids Day 15: The Scent of Honeysuckle Day 14: Clip of Kevin Kline Exploring His Masculinity Day 13: Random Text Messages from My Daughter Day 12: Round Bales of Hay Day 11: Water Fountains for Dogs Day 10: The Rainier Beer Motorcycle Commercial Day 9: Four-Leaf Clovers Day 8: Great Teachers We Still Remember Day 7: Finding the missing sock Day 6: Children’s books that teach life-long lessons Day 5: The Perfect Photo at the Perfect Moment Day 4: Jumping in Puddles Day 3: The Ride Downhill after the Struggle Uphill Day 2: Old Photographs Day 1: The Martians on Sesame Street