I have a lot to be grateful for

all week sam and I have been looking forward to this monday because we finally had the day off together. all week we'd mention it or text something about how we can't wait until monday. I knew I had to go in for about an hour to do payroll, but then I was free. this morning we were making breakfast, hanging out, enjoying the morning together. I began to get ready for the day when I got a call from my boss.

just checking up on things. did you do this. did you do that. what do you think about this. how about that.

"what hours are you working this week?... what if you work today and just work until 5 this week?"

I didn't say anything for a minute.

"well... it's just that... I haven't seen sam for awhile and we were going to spend the day together today......"

she told me that she understood that sometimes we don't feel like working but reminded me of the tight crunch we're in and everything we need to get done and this person's leaving and these people need to get trained and we need a third person to hire and ....

I got off the phone and put my eyes in my towel so my tears wouldn't smear my makeup. I kept telling myself that sometimes I don't always get to do what I want at the moment in order to fulfill my responsibilities. I felt so dumb. I didn't want sam to know I was crying. he walked in a little bit later and asked what was wrong and I lost it.

"I'm just under so much stress and I wanted to spend the day with you and I have to go in to work and I have all these things to do and.... "

the floodgates had opened.

he just held me and let me cry and vent about my frustrations.

he comforted me and told me that we'd have a 3 day weekend next weekend.

I got a grip, put some eye drops in, and continued getting ready. In my frenzy, I flung my blush which went flying, shattering on the bottom of the bathtub.

"nooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no no no no no no no no no! that stuff's expensive!"

sam walked in and said "we can pick up the pieces."

I was furious. "it's too fragile! It'll just crumble when you try to pick it up!"

he gently picked up each piece and put it back in the case and gave me a hug and a kiss as he left the bathroom.

I couldn't help but to notice the metaphor.