Sunday evening through late Thursday night,
Mikey lives in Kentucky.
The plan is for him to be home for good come January.
The kids and I tease him and inquire about his “other” family down there.
He always responds the same way,
“Honey…down there teethe are considered Bling,
You have nothing to worry about.”
And we all laugh.
But I do worry.
About hazardous roads and crummy weather,
Too few cell towers and long distances between exits.
Car trouble in Hooterville and who will stop to help him.
I worry…until he finally calls me late at night and says,
"Chrissy, I’m in room 212… again.”
And we laugh.
Tonight is Sunday.
Sunday’s Suck.
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