Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

Not My Best Self

12:00pm 4/9 It’s been a really rough two days. My stomach pain has intensified to just fetal position. Kevin is beeping every two hours and I’m loosing my mind. The lack of sleep is getting to me. I’m spiraling. This fu*king sucks! I had a meltdown at 1:30am when Kevin beeped and another one at 3:30am … air bubbles. He doesn’t know the difference so just alerts. 4:00am antibiotics. 4:30am Vitals. Between Kevin‘s beeping and my consistent bowel movements – I’m a fuc*king hot mess. It’s Easter Sunday and friends have already wished me a Happy Easter but I haven’t responded yet. I’m in pain and grumpy. This is not the best me. I’m headed down shortly to do a CT scan of my abdomen for Doctors to figure out why I’m in so much pain. I want to stay positive but I’m struggling today.

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Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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