Happy Labor Day! To most of us, Labor Day means enjoying burgers, hot dogs, watermelon and pasta salad with friends and family to commemorate the end of summer.
To us moms, the world labor is a bit of a cringe worthy word (along with the word moist…eck!) so having an entire day dedicated to “labor” just seems a bit painful. According to the United States Department of Labor, Labor Day “is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.” Well I say, “NAY!” to that. Labor Day is now a day to all you parents out there.
Parenting is a full time job. Parenting is a labor of love. There are no breaks, there are no sick days. We have had some kind of disease circulating our house for about a week and a half now. Sass had been to school a total of 4 days before she came home with a fever, headache and miserable as ever. Ignore the fact that I had already been sick for about 3 days and dealing with a baby who is teething and sick, this mama did not get any sick days. I had to rush into Super Mom mode to care for both of my sick babies all while getting our house ready to put on the market for sale. (buy my house) Instead of washing that baby snot out of my hair, I slicked it back into a sleek ponytail as if it were super hold hair gel and toughed it out.
Today is for you parents. May you enjoy a brief period of your cookout. Tip back an ice cold beverage, put your feet up for 3 whole minutes before retrieving your toddler from the corn hole tournament. Enjoy an entire piece of fruit pizza before “noticing” your kid is throwing rocks in the pool. Sit just a bit too long with bbq sauce on the corners of your lips and enjoy your labor of love.
Note: Thanks to my baby daddy for coming home early last week to help a mama out, couldn’t do it with out ya.
(ugh so hot even caked in dirt)