Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

Karma

I realized about 6 months ago that I wasn’t on every utility bill and as such these companies wouldn’t talk to me. Fine. I’m not on the damn account. Well today o wanted to adjust a few things on an account an of course I wasn’t on it. So I was “J” for the day. They asked me all the security questions and I answered then with no issues. Then they said “You don’t sound like a male.” So I asked what do males sound like cause this feels like discrimination. We went back and forth on the excuses they were using to back pedal. I said why don’t you compare the voice from this call to the last call – which I also made. The obvious question is why can’t J just add me to the account. There’s a lot of why can’t J…out there. Why can’t J soak the dishes so that the food isn’t holding on for dear life in the morning when I need to scrub the pans? Why can’t J take his clothing off separately instead of the sock-underwear-pants unit he feels that he wears. Why can’t J put his dirty laundry in the basket instead of the bathroom floor? Why can’t J keep to one pot, one pan, one cutting board, one knife when making a dinner? Why can’t J? So yea, that’s why I can’t get added to an account.

So naturally I asked him for his DL number. He texted back “Why?” I’m thinking to myself…does it f*cking matter? I’m asking. “Well why do you need this? This is a weird request. I feel uneasy about this.” Seriously dude? You’re going to ask me 20 questions so I can get your DL number? I pressed the people on the other end of the line and it was eventually handled.

About two hours later…Karma came to visit.

No I didn’t end up helping him. I just told him Karma was a b*tch and so was I. Petty? Absolutely! I know I’m petty asf! Cancer doesn’t make you a softer, gentler person…cancer makes you realize that if things are one sided. Make less effort. It just makes you careful of how you spend your emotional/mental capital. Sometimes it’s just nah…you figure it out. If sometimes happens to me; you’ll have to figure it out on your own.

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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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