Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

Hiccup

The day started off with the kids and I snuggled in bed watching dog videos on IG. J worked a half day and as finished the packing – I got a phone call from the transplant coordinator that the machine for radiation was broken. Of course there was the initial freak out but the difference will only be that I don’t get a break between radiation and chemo. And that’s just okay with me.

I checked into the “hotel” and blocking / labs will be tomorrow. Tonight is just mostly hanging out in the room. Tomorrow may be more of the same after blocking.

I lost my mind for a bit this evening when I was hungry which has not been a feeling I have had in a long time. But it was sheer panic when I was in the car with J and we were just driving Ms Daisy and just lost my f*cking mind. I was so hungry. It was ugly for a bit but I did apologize for it.

I’m going to try to relax the rest of the evening.

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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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