Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

Little miss went with her Ciocia to get some clothes at the thrift store wit very strict instructions to not buy booty shorts. I’m find with the ripped jeans, even crop tops as long as you wear an undershirt. I’m getting my second unit of blood today. We only realistically had time to run one unit and I’ll be damned to make any of these beautiful nurses stay OT and not get PAID OT. No Thank you! I’ll come back another day.

We home feeling better not great but better. Still slept another 11 hours again. Still feel really tired. This is that ebb and flow tango. Three days ago I was “Marie Kando” my cabinets now I’m so tired I barely have the energy to scroll though social and look at doggos ad otters. I still have a to-do list of organizing to do, but totally lost steam when my hemoglobin dropped. This is when the potato thoughts come running in my head. I understand the ebb and flow but emotionally it’s much harder to accept. I was barely able to any of the PT exercises the PT asked me to do. At a certain point J needs to stop carrying me up the stairs – I gotta be able to make it upstairs on my own.

It is temporary I know…but it f*cks with my mind. Today’s goal is just to feel better than the blood from yesterday. Maybe clean out the basket of laundry in front of my cabinet and the bathroom cabinets. Just that little section. If it get to it today — great. If not, Sunday. We strollin’ – nothing is that super serious but while I’m in this Declutter Era – I want to keep that train moving.