It’s Labor Day in the US today. That’s a holiday. It’s supposedly the day to “take off” meaning: “no labor”. In my mind I do recall days when I was young that were “picnic” oriented Labor Day occassions.
In my adult years it’s this though: Work.
There’s always something to do in the house. Projects galore. This is similar to how “New Years Day” is for me, with one exception, no major football junk going on, as far as I know. It’s not that there are no games on, but DH isn’t communicating such things to me … he’s busy doing stuff, so it must mean they aren’t on. In any case, it’s that the New Years time is bowl games, and so it “means more” apparently.
OK. What I mean is both days are these stark stand out days. Blocks of blaring white that say “clean up, pare down, finish, do, do, do” in a way that no other day does. New Years Day is the biggie, Labor Day is like it, but not exactly.
Other people go shopping, go to the lake, go to the beach, go to the mountains, do something “fun” for them.
Work isn’t “fun” for us, per se, but big dedicated days to such is activity and fun in a way. It’s stuff getting cleared out, something fixed up, it’s functional fun and I guess it’s fun for real since we are messies! 🙂