One More Day

So the vacation Gods have smiled down on me this week when I logged on to my work site to double check I work tomorrow morning because I have not looked at the schedule all week I saw that my manager decided to give me the entire weekend off though I only asked for Saturday.  I normally work every Sunday no matter what and was in shock to see this and although there is a little teeny tiny voice inside me saying call work and see if they want me tomorrow( and they will) there is the much louder voice screaming SHUT UP BITCH!  I don't want to anger that voice anymore so I will be enjoying an extra day.  My dear sweetie is in a downswing right now with his moods and I am struggling to be supportive while still pushing him a little to lighten up.  I know depression is not something you just decide to get over but every now and then he needs a kick in the ass to get him out of a self induced hole.  Now he is facing the idea of his aunt and uncle (like parents to him) giving up their house that he spent most of his childhood in and where we have always stayed when we go to visit.  It is a fact of life.  We lose people and things and places get paved over and if you are in a John Cusack movie they get turned into a minimart. (Grosse Pointe Blank is on my top ten list of movies) We move on.  He says I am cold and unfeeling but really one of us has to be the one to face our kid with a smile on their face and say good morning every day and it isn't him.  So who knows what the rest of the day holds for us and I like not knowing.  There are days I am so overwhelmed by the beauty around me I end up bursting into tears.  Yeah I know it's weird I'm the normal one in this relationship.  Doesn't anyone else just see a sky so freakin amazing it gets to you.