The day off??

I had a conversation with a friend this morning that begun with me commenting that he must not have Presidents day off since he was online. He replied back to me that I must have EVERYDAY off. Now I understand he doesn't have young kids so perhaps he didn't quite understand what I meant when I said taking care of a two year old you get NO days off. He reasoned that since I love it, it can't be considered work. To which I retorted; I don't know? Do I love to scrub explosive diarrhea out of clothes and blankets with my bare hands? Do I enjoy reminding my son to use the potty every five minutes till my throat goes hoarse and the sound of my own voice annoys me? Do I love washing every single item he uses so much that I get deep painful cracks in the skin on my fingers? He still insisted that because it pertains to someone I love, it still can not be seen as real work. Now I do love my son and I think that being a parent really is one of the most rewarding and truly amazing experiences in my life but I think I was able to provide a analogy that provided some insight for my most disagreeable friend.