I just got back to town after being gone for two weeks for work. Jordan is in the seg mod right now because he was threatened so he PC'd up to avoid a write up prior to sentencing. That means he can only have visits at 7am or 5pm. It's just over an hour drive from my house to the jail and you have to be there an hour early for check in. My alarm went off a 4:20am...left the house at 5am....got there at 6am...waited over 20 minutes for check in only to be told I couldn't visit because I had a zipper on my shirt.
I left there and my heart caved in. It's been over two weeks since we had a visit. Sentencing is in less than a week. And I've just spent the last two weeks working my butt off and keeping it together. It was the final straw. I cried my eyes out the entire hour drive home. When I got home I sucked it up and helped my little girl do her hair for crazy hair day at school. Dad took them to school and I crawled back in bed and pulled the covers up and cried some more.
Today sucked. Tomorrow I will take a friggin duffel bag of extra clothes and see my son. Tomorrow is a new day.
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I did go see him the next morning. He looked good and was happy to see me. The hour visit flew by.
I took extra clothes. It was a much better day. <3
I keep wearing the same thing just in case. Sorry this happened