Labor on Labor Day

Ironically enough, this labor day, I went to work.

Not literally work, because it was labor day and I'm pretty sure there is a law against that or something...

But I did HOME-work.

That sounds really lame. No I did not hike the many mountains in Utah this Labor Day (although there were definite plans) or hang out on the lake, but I sat outside in the grass, on carpet (LOOOOOng story) and did homework. It was relaxing.

I didn't think about how weird I probably seem to the girls living next door to us that hear our shouting and dancing and painting (Oh yeah, we painted a shopping cart this weekend), and I didn't worry about the boys (and girls!) in my ward that are RETURNED MISSIONARIES and really intimidating to talk to,  and I didn't worry about what I was going to eat for dinner that night (well maybe I worried about that one a little), but in that hour and a half that I was sitting in the sun on a carpet, in the grass outside my apartment, I worried about just one thing.

That's what I love about homework (how many people can say that?!?!) I love that for just a little while you worry about 1 class, 1 teacher, 1 assignment. And then your done, onto the next thing.

There is something almost therapeutic about that. Only 1 care in the world... that and the fact that you get to color coat, and anyone who knows me knows that I love me a 5 pack of highlighters (one for every class)