Leaving Visit Vlog – Issues in the Prison Visiting Hall
My first visit of the weekend was a bit of a trying one. As I’ve told you a zillion times in the past, I don’t function properly when I’m not sleeping well. Admittedly, that is most likely the understatement of the century. Sleep deprivation makes me morph into a total Queen B. That sleep deprived, visit morning started off in a sour mood. It was further soured by a woman who was screaming at her kids and hitting them for no reason, during the seemingly longest check in process I’ve had to endure.
How sour was my mood at that point? Biting into a lemon like an apple, sour!
This was one of the few times I can recall absolutely no desire to help any visitors who could have used some assistance. I kept to myself, sour-puss in tact. At one point, I blinked away tears as I tried to push thoughts of “This is my life…FOREVER,” out of my head.
Once again, I was the visitor picked at random for drug testing. You’d think that would throw my bad mood further into overdrive but the 5 minutes I was dealing with the cop (or he was dealing with me, I guess) was a welcome escape from the insanity of the other visitors that day.
I was tired, cranky and seemed to have misplaced my usual “spunk” on my date with Adam. “Negative Nelly” was only enhanced further when I experienced a “casualty” at the vending machine. Of course, I’m being overly dramatic; click the video below for the full story on my visiting room injury and the rest of the day’s events. Some days are like that, you just have to learn to roll with them. I’m grateful each and every day that Mr. Clausen has the patience of a patron saint. Here is to turning sour lemons into sweet lemonade….xo, Ro