Bad Day?!

Whenever there is a tiny thing,
Like no juice after 5pm, or no Wii-ing,

Like its getting late, no more time left to play,
He'll scream "THIS IS MY ABSOLUTELY MOST RUBBISH DAY!!!"

I try to reason, try to understand,
I tell him "Ok, but just 2 more minutes young man...!"

But whatever the thing he cannot have / do or say, it's:
"THIS IS MY ABSOLUTELY MOST RUBBISH DAY!!!"

It drives me crazy, makes me see red,
I try to tuck him up in bed,
Everything's been going perfectly great,
Then: "THIS IS MY ABSOLUTELY MOST RUBBISH DAY!!!"

It's everyday and it's all day long,
It's become like his 'stuck-record song'

Try to calm him down, keep the anger at bay,
But then I hear...
"THIS IS MY ABSOLUTELY MOST RUBBISH DAY!!!"

Now even I'd say I have the patience of a Saint
(quiet young wallflowers my little boys ain't!)
But one time he uttered those words,
I began to feel feint!

I'm afraid I saw red,
Felt I should put this screaming to bed...

"Bad Day? BAD DAY??!!"
I said,
"Because there's no juice before bed?
Because of a tiny little thing I said?
Your day is SO bad, it's the worst you've ever had??!!"

Cue rant about children in Africa,
Cue rant about how kids today are so pampered.

I spat feathers right there,
I went red in the face,
Just about held it together,
My rant about the human race!

And my boy just sat, arms folded,
In the back of the car,
Looking out of the window
(he knew he'd pushed a little too far!)

So we get home and I'm taking bags inside, in a huff,
I'd really just about had enough.

Then he walks into the kitchen, no calling a truce,
And asks me AGAIN,
"Can I have some juice?"

I say "It's far too late now for drinking juice,
You can have some water."
(someone pass me that noose...)

You know what came next,
Suffice it to say...
"THIS IS MY ABSOLUTELY MOST RUBBISH DAY!!!"

Kids!!!!!!!!