I don’t know if the week before Labor Day weekend is depressing for you, but it always was for me. As a kid, the day after Labor Day was the First Day of School, so the heavy and echoing countdown to school began in evil earnest right before Labor Day.
It put a pall on the happiness of summer.
But there’s a week left! For us, anyway. Some of our kids’ friends and my coworkers’ kids’ have started school already, and we should celebrate the fact that our kids have another week to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING if they want. Which they might.
But here’s a telling sign of the fall’s mini-apocalypse: In April, Molly wanted our large inflatable pool up RIGHTNOW, because we had enjoyed an odd warm spring. We waited, but then it went up in June. She enjoyed it a few times, and Linda told me we should probably just take it down before (shudder) Labor Day because the kids would be done with it before then.
Nonsense, I thought. As the kids probably thought, that was years away.
So this weekend, I skimmed it again, preparing it for Moll and her friend who, sadly, never jumped in. It was 90 and sunny! No splashing? Really? She was in fact done with the pool.
So I splashed.