The title alone warrant a chuckle. It is a holiday for those who labor. Well, for most of them.
A mom's work is never done, as the piles of laundry are here to attest. Also, I forced The Boy to help me power wash the back of the house and the patio...probably just in time for the rain to come...and for me to be completely pelted with dirt, leaves, gravel and mud from the power wash process, thus creating even more laundry.
Some things change, and then there is laundry. Time to change it.
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