PonyGirl65
Active Member
I missed a call at 6am this morning from the County Jail, they left a voice mail telling me my son had been transported to prison today, and had left my name as the person to collect his property.
All I have to do is go to the Huber entrance, and have a photo ID.
I'm hyperventilating.
Ok not really, but my heart kinda feels like it could jump right outta my chest.
I knew this was coming - it's been six weeks since the sentencing. But somehow, the recorded voice in my phone sounding so matter-of-fact....
Well, I didn't realize I would need to go pick up his stuff. So there's that.
Breathe. Pray. Repeat.
Asking for cyber hugs today, my friends!
All I have to do is go to the Huber entrance, and have a photo ID.
I'm hyperventilating.
Ok not really, but my heart kinda feels like it could jump right outta my chest.
I knew this was coming - it's been six weeks since the sentencing. But somehow, the recorded voice in my phone sounding so matter-of-fact....
Well, I didn't realize I would need to go pick up his stuff. So there's that.
Breathe. Pray. Repeat.
Asking for cyber hugs today, my friends!