Happy Labor Day. Now get back to work.

Yesterday was Labor Day, a total non-holiday around these parts. The Boy had school. The Wife had to work. I had to work. Long live the glorious struggle against the oppressive bourgeoisie, eh?

The only person who had the day off was the not-quite-two-year old. Despite the fact that the local schools and the university which employs just about everyone in town were open, The Girl’s day care was closed. Convenient, no?

Actually, that wonderful situation meant that I only had a half-day at work yesterday since I had to take off at noon and drive an hour to meet my in-laws and retrieve The Girl, then drive another hour back with a cranky toddler who was tired after already being in the car all day. I did get to use four hours of my vacation time though. Worst. Holiday. Ever.

I think the notion that Labor Day is a holiday is disproven by the fact that nobody tries to make a buck off of it. Hallmark doesn’t pump out “Happy Labor Day” cards. Hobby Lobby doesn’t set up a Labor Day decoration display in the middle of February. The grocery stores aren’t clearing out an aisle to make room for Labor Day candy. No, quite honestly, no one cares about Labor Day unless it means a three-day weekend.

The only way in which yesterday resembled a holiday was the fact that there was no mail delivery. That meant we were guaranteed to not get any more bills in. Kind of like Christmas by omission.

Cornucopia of FAIL

Speaking of bills, I’m pretty cheesed at my health insurance right now. They seem to be denying claims on routine office visits, so I’ll have to call them about it today. You know, because their billing offices were all closed yesterday. Thank goodness these really useful members of society are getting Labor Day off.

The Boy and I did go the football game on Saturday (A&M eked out a 41-6 nail-biter), as evidenced by this lone picture of him eating a $6 hamburger before kick-off. For some reason my laptop isn’t reading the DVD on to which I burned all of the photos, so you’ll have to wait until Thursday for a recap on that. I know you’ll all be waiting on pins and needles.

On Sunday, we went to the Rec and spent a couple of hours out at the pool. The Boy had a great time playing water basketball and letting me haul his non-swimming bum all over the place. I, on the other hand, apparently haven’t learned anything in the past thirty years and forgot to put on sunscreen. Consequently my head, shoulders and back are now quite red and painful. Can’t wait until the peeling starts in a day or two.

I might be less cranky the next time I post. Or I might not. Only my hairdresser knows for sure.