After I had A.P. on Labor Day Weekend of 2003, I SWORE I would have my next baby in the winter. Suffering through the hottest part of summer while the most pregnant was just plain stupid. A lot of good that swearing did, because Maybelle was born on Labor Day Weekend of 2005. Needless to say, this is a big weekend in our household. Our kids’ birthdays are a whole 3 days apart. This has some advantages. Mainly that we can hit Red Robin and Coldstone to scoop up our free dinners and ice cream. I wrote a post about birthday freebies here if you want to sign up for any of these programs.
We usually attend the Labor Day parade, but being that the Union is dying a slow, painful death they have cancelled it. Granted, those are not the precise words used in the Grand Valley Labor News; a UAW newsletter we get because my husband is a member. They’re close though.
My children are crushed, as they have thrown their support from Clinton to “Rocco Bama” and would no doubt enjoy a nice piece of candy from their fellow supporters. We’ll see what happens after the GOP convention. A.P. is a sucker for a hockey mom and may fall for Sarah Palin before it’s over. As a warning note to Mrs. Palin (I’m quite certain she reads this blog. My brother lives in Alaska and I think everyone there knows each other), Joe Biden has threatened to shove rosary beads down the throat of anyone who says he is not religious so she may want to tread carefully in that area during the VP debates.
Also this weekend I plan on completing the paperwork sent home by A.P.’s school. I am beginning to think his school is a farce, and that it is really just some sort of front for an organization that is determined to kill every living tree and make a form out of it. And with that, I wish you all a happy and relaxing weekend.