WHAT NOT TO DO ON LABOUR DAY

The very last thing I want to do on a Labour Day holiday is actual labour. Makes perfect sense does it not? So I was not impressed when I found out that this Labour day I was going to be filling SANDBAGS for a fundraising project for cubs and Young Men/Women. I know what you're thinking......what the what? My thoughts exactly. My original plan was to let Nathan and Josh go by themselves because really, what can little old me really do anyways? But then Nathan laid out a BIG speech about supporting him in his calling and Josh in cubs and blah, blah, blah, and I was sorta considering going except, what about the other three kids? Huh? What was I supposed to do with them? Well, I'll tell ya. While working out this morning I was enlightened to the fact that bouncy castles would be there and lunch would be provided. I. Was. SOLD!!! So after my morning "Bob beating" as I like to call it, the rest of the kids and I headed out. I figured I would show my face, tie a few bags, let the kids get some fresh air (because let's be realistic, summer is over), have a hot dog and be back in time to start my new book and relax before life gets out of control busy. WRONG. Wrong, wrong,wrong. I stayed till the bitter end (about 4:30) tying and lifting 40 pound bags of sand and gravel onto endless piles of pallets. Oh, my poor little body. Even worse, my poor, poor ego. Am I really so wimpy that a 12 year old boy can out lift me three bags to one? Ouch. That will be my word to describe the day. Ouch. But you know, for how much physical torture I went through, I came home with a smile on my face for being able to laugh the whole day long with friends as young as they come to friends I love to pieces. The kids were, of course, of the charts filthy but happy as can be to have had the chance to spend a whole day playing with friends aswell. Not such a bad day after all.

P.S. Anyone know where I can get a 3 hour massage?