I juggle as a mom, but life goes on and on
Then I struggle when I wear so many shoes
First a wife, then a mother, then a sister to my brother
I struggle just to juggle all I do
I'm a technical director and a child protector
I book the social calendar and juggle all we do
Don't ask me if I'm workin 'cause a mom is always certain
I struggle just to juggle all I do
At the mall I'm a hiker, with my kids I am a biker
I drive a taxi-cab in between
I'm a chef, I'm a cook who has time to read a book
Can you microwave my Lean Cuisine?
I'm a household technician, a dancer and musician
A psychoanalyst but that's all right with me
Don't ask me if I'm workin 'cause a mom is always certain
I struggle just to juggle all I do
I go to PTA and the YMCA
Downtown to my C.E.O.
Now there I go again to my OBGYN
I drive around to AYSO
I'm a M.O.M., a D.R. and an R.N.
If I'm acting like a mess they call it P.M.S.
If you added up our wages you couldn't even pay us
And you would confuse the I.R.S.
But I'm a woman, I'm a lover, proud to be a mother
I must confess nonetheless sometimes I need my rest
That's why when we juggle we need to stop and snuggle
'Cause the job of being mom is just the best
