Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


Thanksgiving

There is so much to be grateful for. I woke up at 5:00am today and got myself to the bathroom. J and S were deep in slumber, the house filled with quiet snores. It was dark but as my adjusted I could see everyone sleeping peacefully. I m grateful I woke up this morning. I get another day to make memories and listen to my children’s laughter. My stomach started to rumble and I headed downstairs in hopes of making myself some purple rice. I couldn’t find the things I wanted like the rice cooker – and before I got too discouraged I pivoted to the steamer pot. I hear it steaming now. I’m sitting on the couch with a light blanket on wishing it was just a bit heavier but happy to have the blanket. After watching cooking video after cooking video – I’ve settled on some egg fried purple rice this morning. If I can find some meat; even better.

While the blood helped my hemoglobin; I sure was tired. I shut down the phone and electronics around 10:00pm and drifted to sleep without additional medication. Always good in my book. Bladder held up until 5:00am so it was a solid night sleep for me. Waking up hungry is another blessing for me. I want to eat; while nothing tastes particularly fantastic the desire to eat is a desire to live! So as the steamer is doing its cooking thing; I’m going to close my eyes and drift a little bit here before the house wakes up.

I steamed the rice but didn’t have the energy to do anything and slept on the couch until 8:00am. I feel tired today despite my mental clarity I was felt lethargic. Really wish I had the other blanket on me. When the rest of the family woke up it was time for IV hydration and the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. It has been a long tradition of watching the parade. This year was a bit disappointing however as not all the floats were fully inflated. Diary of Wimpy Kid had a gimped arm…Snoopy’s hat was deflated. There were some misses there. Always great to see the Rockettes perform as well! After Santa arrived I was allowed to play Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is you!” Then it’s football for the fam.

While I was tired I wasn’t going to be able to go up and down the stairs. It just wouldn’t happen. My father brought over ingredients for oxtail soup and arrived just in time for a super simple Thanksgiving: Costco Ham, Corn Casserole, Green Bean Casserole, Heat up Stuffing (it looked like dog food) and Ocean Spray Cranberry Jelly. It may not have been like years past but I was grateful for all of it. Even though I couldn’t taste much. The stuffing was…different…J added some chestnuts as it was more edible. Otherwise it’s a no; one and done. After dinner it was time for me to retreat to the bedroom and let the family watch the 49ers game. J carried me up the stairs and it was evening meds for me. I scrolled through Facebook and Instagram looking at all the food recipes that look amazing but I don’t have the taste for them at the moment. Cravings are mostly on sour/pickle dishes at the moment.

It’s 2:00am now – way beyond my bedtime. Closing up the post headed to join the rest of the snoring crew. Wishing everyone an amazing Thanksgiving.



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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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