I am mum, the job's never done

I am a mum; the job’s never done

I am a mum the job’s never done.

Where’s my time card, the clock out clock?

Let me find that darn timesheet

Oh yeah I forgot I’m a mum the job’s never done.

I am a mum the job’s never done

The toilet needs flushing

The weight of responsibility is crushing

Oh yeah I forgot I’m a mum the job’s never done.

I am a uh uh mum the jobs are never done

I place things in the bin

Cutting my finger on a tin

Oh yeah I’m immune to blood, I’m a mum the job’s never done

I am a mum the job’s never done

Yeah postman delivery guy

It’s lunchtime and I’m still in my pj’s

Can’t you see I’m a mum? My job’s never DONE

I am a *sigh* mum the job’s never done

“Muuuuuummmm the dog’s pooed in the laundry again”

I am dog poo mum

My job is never done

I’m a mum a desperate in need of coffee type of mum the job’s never done

There’s a gorgeous muddy-handed artwork piece on the wall

I am not cruiser, casual coffee drinking mum

I’m scrubbin’ wall mum, the job’s never done

I’m in need of a sexy make over mum but the job’s never done

I have a great scent of detox, antiseptic scent of floor cleaner

I am not J-Lo scented sex goddess

I am floor scrubbin’ mum is this job ever done?

I am a mum, I am glad the Job’s never done

I wouldn’t swap those bedtime hugs for any perfume in the world

Nor the phrase “I love you” from cherub innocent mouths of offspring

I am mum, loved mum, best in the world mum, so glad the job’s never done mum.