All I hear is 'blah blah' from a brat
Huffing in their own bedroom
Wondering why life is so cruel
Surrounded by gifts and love
Wrapped up in cotton wool
'When I was a boy'
A phrase I say more and more
Falls on deaf ears
Another grown up old bore
Children heed our words
They come from a place of love
Adults were kids once
We understand all you speak of
There is a lesson I hope
To found in this verse
Know yourself and be thankful
And I care, even though I may curse
Your feedback helps Burrfoot understand what's working
Getting there, one step at a time
With no sleep at all, head on fire, and a feeling of utter helplessness she decided she couldn't go to work. She'd never missed a day of work in her life. So reluctantly she made that phone call.
Mum, mum. It's not fair. Your sooooo mean. Why can't I have another ice cream. I hate your rules. I don't wanna go to bed I wanna stay up and play Mario instead.
#household. Alex is my cheeky sons name. Avoiding brushing his teeth is his game. Every day is a constant battle. Listening to his excuses and bathroom tittle tattle.
When I have a kid, we say after a fight as a child, I won't make her eat her vegetables, I'll let her eat sweets all day, and give her all she wants.
What make us who we are. I often ponder this do you. I remember back when I was small and being pushed to be all that I could be.
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