Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

Flashback

I found this in the boxes that I needed to organize – my 20+ year old Rolodex. Gen Alpha does not know what this is, my children looked at it and stared blankly at it. I started to explain what it was and how I would used it…and I think their eyes rolled to the back of their heads. I stopped talking and let them be on their way.

Thumbing through the contacts, looking at the care I took in writing down names, extensions, specific codes…I really took my job too seriously. It was clearly a vibe that I will not be continuing.

Tuesday nights are usually full of anxiety for me since COH appointments are the next day. I have never slept well on a Tuesday night – going to my COH appointments have always been anxiety ridden. The smell of the hospital room lingers in my memory. It’s so different than how I feel when I go to my local hospital. I don’t know what the PTSD with COH.

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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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