Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


Big Day

The children head off to the first day of school today. Our tradition is new shoes, pancakes and photos on the stairs. This is a special first day of school as this is the last year they will be in the same school until high school. This is also special because I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to be there for it. The timing was so close to hospitalization. Ugh. Every time I type hospital the word hospice is right there – gives me such anxiety.

Blueberry Pancakes

The kids were happy to see their friends and go back to school. Now they will need to shower and mask before they come near me as they are exposed to a very large circle of people. Dr P said I’m still dropping in stats and won’t bottom out for another week. We got to ride to school together as a family today. That was nice. I’m not thrilled with S’s classroom assignment because she has no friends in that class. I really want her to change but she is insisting that she stay – I can only do so much. She is stubborn but so I let her make the decision or do I make it for her. I’ll give it until Monday and then ask her over the weekend. But it bothers me a lot. Tomorrow is transfusion day. I’m confident my platelets are low and will be needing a unit as well as maybe blood. We will see I guess. I like uneventful days.



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About Me

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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