Losing Me

In the morning I hear "where is my shoe?" and the sad part is I haven't a clue.

As the day prolongs it's filled with screams and cries all in a song.

Cleaning and rushing and telling all day,
all while doing a job you think may never pay.

Now I'm in between and starting to sob,
It's time for me to head for my other job.

Here they tell me what to do with the impression that I don't have a clue.

Now I'm in between and starting to sob,
time to head back to my first and most important job.

No time in the day for my spouse
all thats left is me and the house.

I sit and stare at the empty room knowing that tomorrow it will all resume.

I guess it's hard for everyone to see,
I wish they could see that whats happening is I'm losing ME.