Labor Day...

When I was growing up I learned about Labor Day. I learned that it was a day set aside to celebrate the worker. Now I've learned what it really means... I'll explain, my daughter has decided that she would go blind and die a long and tortured death if her room was not painted a more inspiring color. This was the same thing she said when I last painted her room. I told her she would have to paint it herself. "FINE", she said, "but I need help to do it right otherwise it will be your fault that my room looks like crap". So, after months of color selection I went to buy the paint, one gallon.

"That will be $ $42.00 please".

"WHAT! Forty two.. are you talking pesos? What do you mean $42, are you kidding?"
I couldn't believe it, the young lady then offered me a deal. I could save 10% if I bought the 5 gallon bucket, regularly $200 and I got the bucket for free...

Yikes! Nope. I'll just take the one gallon, thank you.
I came home and got my daughter started on painting her room, how to paint the corners, removing the outlet face plates, open a window so you don't die of the Eco-friendly, lead-free fumes etc.

"Mom, I can't reach! "

"Mom, it looks blotchy!"

"Mom, how come when you do it, it looks better? "

All shouted down the hall at me and making me scamper back to help....

So there I was, standing on a ladder at 10:30pm trying to finish the room so she could go to bed. Now I really know what Labor Day means... when you go into labor and deliver one of these priceless little beings, your real labor has just begun. In case you forget, we have a day put aside each year to remind you. Thanks Mom, some how you get smarter as I get older.

Peace and love to you all.....