Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

In today’s fast-paced world, where our lives are often filled with endless distractions and hectic schedules, it’s essential to find solace in simplicity. Sometimes, the most mundane of days can hold a charm of their own. The beauty of a seemingly uneventful day spent watching television and engaging in delightful conversations with the furry doggo. With no pressing engagements, after the 20+ vials of blood, I get a break decide to embark on a leisurely exploration of the small screen’s offerings. (I’m struggling to find stuff to watch).

As I bask in the glow of the television, doggo is hovering over me looking for a breakfast handout. He loves whatever I’m eating until it’s actually offered to him and he becomes Gordon Ramsey turning his snoot away from cantaloupe. Bro…it’s delicious. You’re weird. He gives me a look. Yea. I’m talking to you. I have little going on with my life these days between napping and crapping. As the day progresses, the outside world becomes a distant memory. It’s a day without the pressure of productivity or social obligations—a rare respite from the noise and busyness of everyday life. The simplicity of the moment allows me to reflect, rejuvenate, and reconnect with my inner napping self, which reminds me, I need to wash my blankets.

I received a call from the Transplant Team at COH. There is an issue with the donor’s testing result. The donor needs to have additional testing done and will delay the start date. I’m anxious naturally and trying not to think too much. I’m trying not to let Baba Yaga get a hold of my fears. Another not great night.