When it’s two in the morning and my son wakes up screaming,
And all I want is one night of only sweet dreaming.
Then there’s the times when I’m with him in the day
When he won’t listen or even do a single thing I say.
Then there’s the days he sits on the potty for half hour or more,
And stands up and wees on the floor!
Or when I’m trying to get him dressed he’s laughing and wriggling then kicks me in the face,
I sit there and count to ten, even twenty trying to keep my thoughts in a good place.
For all these times I keep only patience as my priority,
Though I hate to say it, it’s times like these l feel a little bit of anger grow inside of me.
But I won’t let it show after all I’m accountable for all I do,
I guess being a father has moments when it sucks too.