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 :).


PS. Sometimes I think that moment is here already.

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  1. Jeanique March 25, 2015

    :) <3

  2. Danielle March 25, 2015

    Mooi stukje weer! Xx

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

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

  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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