If you've read this blog for the last, what, 12 years? or known me personally since the mid-eighties, you know that every single Labor Day weekend we go up to the White Mountains for the Lancaster County Fair. Every. Single. Year. With babies inside or outside my body, no matter what. Until this year.
This year we did not pat tiny lambs, eat Robillard's apple crisp, and squander many rolls of quarters in the Coin Dozer machines. Nor did we tour RVs and imagine cross-country trips, get taken by carnies, climb aboard unstable rides, and admire Belgian horses.
Instead, we stayed home, because Pete had preseason soccer practice, Julie had preseason volleyball practice, and Steph had to move in to her new dorm! Pete and Julie start school tomorrow (and each have a home game later on), and Steph is settling in and ready for classes to begin on Wednesday.
And then I actually labored a bit on Labor Day, as I'm still trying to catch up on the work I didn't get done when I was in NYC last week! Wait, what? Stay tuned; all will be revealed....