Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

Keep it

There is a spider “friend” who has taken residence in my bathroom ceiling…then disappeared and I couldn’t find them anymore. So, the bathroom is theirs lol. It took all my energy to fold laundry today. That’s all I had in me and truthfully I was happy to do just that. From a good day I didn’t have the best of days. I ate it and threw it up and back again. F took me out for coffee tonight to catch up so I’m hoping to keep down my decaf coffee.

I sent an update in the Meal Train app that was set ip for my family while I was in the hospital. Everyone in my community was very excited and happy for a match. I’m anxious. Baby Yaga asks me what if they change their minds? What if they only tested for their family and friends? What if they aren’t viable? What if? Seriously? Shut up! I’m not stupid, I know the reality is they are in control. The donor can do as they please. I have to think about something else. My WBC is going up. It’s at 2.2 – I’m trying not to freak, chemo is supposed to make it go down not up.

I’m exhausted. It’s time for bed.

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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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