bogie

I love being a Mum, but I do have to say,

That my darling son, has been a little sh*t today,

My toilet is blocked, there’s pen on my walls,

He’s pulled the cats tail, and ignored all house rules

There’s snot in my hair, and there’s sick on my shoe,

I’ve given him a bath, yet he still stinks of poo!

He gave me a little ‘gift’, from boy to his Mum,

He said “Here you go Mummy, a bogie, you can have some”

“Thank you my son, I’m as delighted as can be…”

“Nobody has loved me so much, to give me a bogie..”

With a smile he went off, and I turned around to discover,

My lovely little boy, had drawn a moustache on his brother

Someone’s at the door, and they want to come in,

I rush around in horror, and put ‘bogie’ in the bin,

All hell breaks loose, and Johnny has a melt down,

“I gave you my bogie Mummy!!!!” he screams with a frown

The rest of the day, I spent looking for snot,

Because it dawned on me you see, that I’d completely forgot,

That in his little world, he had given me some gold,

And the problem was me, for getting too old

He may drive me nuts, and he may be a “little sh*t”,

But there is a problem I forget, one that I admit,

That during these times, when I complain and I moan,

I’ve forgotten he’s a child, and the problem is me, for I have grown…

Is it them being naughty, or is it us for being too old....