Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

Hump Day

Picc dressing change, labs and visit with Dr P. I ask him the question I’m afraid to ask “Is this a Band-aid remedy to give me a few more years?” Because the truth of the matter is I google and when I do, I’m scared, nobody likes to read that. He responds. “It’s a lot of effort for a Band-Aid if you were 85 I’d make you comfortable. This is a W for me and you.” Whether he truly believes it or he’s blowing smoke up my as* I just needed him to say it.

Trying to get the house logistically set for the next 4-6 weeks. I know the children will need to step up with chores but truly what kid loves laundry and dishes? With J going back and forth from the hospital and the house – time should be spent together as a family.

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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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