Batshit crazy

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Since the day she could talk it’s mama this mama that, all day and every day. She loves B, but she somehow needs me more, or maybe it’s just a different way of parent child bonding.

I love her, more than anyone else, however at some point she and her mama mania drive me crazy. Mad crazy and guilt crazy, if you know what I mean. The ultimate saviours when I find myself locked up in the toilet with a toddler yanking at the door is leaving the house and sniff some fresh air. Even if she’s screaming her insides out and knocking herself against the floor. A hell lot better when B is home. I mean, what’s superior to having someone around who knows how hard the phase you’re in can be?

But there’s more. The icing on the cake is the moment I think that one day she’ll look at me and think o my fucking god, that woman I call mother is batshit crazy. I know she loves me, more than anyone else. I also know she had it coming because karma is… well karma. And I’m back to peace and quiet again. Insert big smile :).

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PS. Sometimes I think that moment is here already.

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5 Comments

  1. Jeanique March 25, 2015

    :) <3

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  2. Danielle March 25, 2015

    Mooi stukje weer! Xx

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  3. Siamees April 2, 2015
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  4. Siamees April 2, 2015

    Shit mijn smiley is onzichtbaar. Nouja… dat zijn de beste…

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  5. Jen April 7, 2015

    I feel like you are writing about me and my oldest. She is 3 and I feel each and everyway you described. Thanks for letting me know there are others like us!

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