Labor Day.... where did that name come from? A salute to working stiffs everywhere? A day to knock out that "honey-do" list? I have no idea! I hope it is a day of un-labor, a day of rest, a true Sabbath.
I seem to have so much to do all the time that this weekend feels funny. There isn't one thing on the calendar! That feels so nice, but already tonight I'm restless. I feel like I should be doing something! I even started priming the sheetrock at 8:30 tonight because I was bored! Oh well, I'm ahead on tomorrow's chores.
I will be happy to have the laundry room finished. We're so close that some paint and shelves is all that is left- well, and the guy has to come and hang my ceiling fan. It is going to be so luxurious to have the laundry out of the basement! I might actually do some every now and then instead of letting it pile up!
This is definitely the post of a 40 year old woman. It even sounds pathetic to me- happy about a new laundry room, and happy to be home alone on a Friday night. Just pitiful!
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