Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

August 2024

  • Round and Round We Go

    And,,,,I’m back in the hospital again. How did we get back to counting every single calorie and adding protein packets to EVERYTHING I eat? Where you are woken up SEVERAL times a day and get roughly 6 hours of sleep if you’re lucky. Newsflash: Yoplait yogurt and protein powder is NOT a good combination. It Continue reading

  • Heartbreak

    I had another set back today. I have an infection in my blood so I can’t start the trial this Friday. I handled it better than the fever set back. I however f*cked it up with my son. I make no excuses for myself, I didn’t do it right. I wasn’t centered and fully processed Continue reading

  • Broken

    I woke up and was asked by the nurse how I was feeling. I responded broken. Defeated. Poked. Prodded. Jabbed. Stabbed. Nurse D couldn’t wait to stabbed me with a third IV line. I had fired her as a nurse; she wouldn’t forget this trespass. You could see her evil excitement, “I’ve been a nurse Continue reading

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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