I'm sitting on a filthy crumb-filled carpet
full of ground-in raisins and toast crumbs
wearing a yellow hard-hat several sizes too small
and I wouldn't be anywhere else.

I've been awake all night; cuddling and singing
stumbling from one room to another, desperate
to fix it all and failing in my every effort
but I wouldn't have been anywhere else.

We play monotonously. Car goes up, car goes down
and a small commanding voice directs the action
and I am tired, so tired I don't understand the game
but I wouldn't be anywhere else.

I receive a kiss, more snot than lips, without thinking
I wipe his nose and mouth with my hands, deposit
the mess on my jeans without a second thought
and I wouldn't be anywhere else.

He cries, and whines, his spots are itchy and he
doesn't understand, can't comprehend why I in my wisdom
don't click my fingers and bring it all to an end. I fail him
still I wouldn't be anywhere else.

We're exhausted, both of us, though he hides it well
dragging me to and fro, to do this and that,
and I wistfully think of my soft, comfy bed
but really I wouldn't be anywhere else.
I wouldn't be anywhere else.