A day full of good, clean labor.

A day full of good, clean labor.

Labor Day; ironically enough, a holiday people take off to relax. So today is not really for anything pertaining to labor, just another Americanized tradition that people only follow so they can have a three day weekend. On the contrary, I did more labor than I would have otherwise expected to do. Not only did I feed my ducks, but I also cleaned their pool, cleaned their cage, cleaned their house, and cleaned their eggs. Always cleaning. Luckily, ducks like to clean themselves, so I was saved that amount of cleaning. To make up for it however, I cleaned my car. Cleaned the windows, cleaned the roof, cleaned the body. More cleaning. My dad eventually came out and told me that I needed to help him clean his car today as well, so I moved my car out of the way so it wouldn't get dirty, and began cleaning my dad's car. Cleaned the wheels, cleaned the doors, cleaned the bumper. Am I done cleaning?

After drying my dad's car, I realized I hadn't had breakfast yet from the symphony of rumbling coming from my stomach. I go to make myself a bagel and grab the cream cheese. Moldy. Clean up that mess and look for something else. Some apricot jam catches my eye, and since I have never tried it before, I figured today was the day. Spread half of the warmed bagel with apricot jam, the other with grape. I take a bite and wrinkle my nose at the taste of apricot jam; not as good as I was hoping it would be. Finish it anyways and continue onto the other half, licking my sticky fingers when I finish.

Realizing it was already noon, I go downstairs to do the laundry. Clean up my old clothes, sort them into piles, and begin the washing machine, remembering the time so I can come back downstairs in time to reset it so the other clothes will be clean as well. In between cleanings, I sort through my homework, divide up my time, and begin on what I can. Change the laundry again, type up some homework, change the dryer, fold the clean clothes.

As the day wanes along and the morning turns to afternoon, turns to evening, I realize I need to shower. Clean my hair, clean my face, clean up the wet floor afterwards. Still cleaning. I brush my hair, and begin on the last of my homework, finishing before I eat a dinner of crab, beef, and squash. Finish eating, go back downstairs, and listen to music for an hour or so before I pack my backpack for the next morning. Thankfully, it is a Tuesday, meaning the next weekend will come sooner, with the hopes of less cleaning.