This morning I was sitting in the kitchen and I heard someone calling me.
Yes? I answered.
MOM, this is LIZZIE!
MOM, THIS IS LIZZIE AND ITS 7:10 ON MONDAY MORNING AND I AM STANDING IN THE HALLWAY!
Yes, sweetie. Happy Labor Day.
I'm going back to bed.
(*Note that she is responsible to get herself out of bed in the mornings. She wasn't yelling at me, as much as she was completely frustrated with herself.)
I hate when I do that, but it's sure funny when it's someone else.
We're going to celebrate Labor Day by getting out and doing some work in the yard.
This might be the only holiday of the year that nobody walks around moaning about how we've lose the true meaning.