Nothing going your way.
All the kids want to do is play.
The house is a mess
And you need is to rest,
There is so much to do,
You are blue.
Your husband does not have a clue.
You clean all day.
While everyone else plays.
Yet, the house is still a mess.
You got the housewife blues.
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Brenda Marie Fluharty is a freelance writer, blogger, poet and author. Brenda is a Reiki Grand Master. She has studied several Spiritual practices. Brenda has a Master’s Degree in Metaphysical Science from the University of Metaphysics. A few years back she decided it was time to share her knowledge, wisdom, and life experiences. She has been blogging for over 15 years. Brenda specializes in writing poetry, short stories, writing tips, and product reviews. Because of her spiritual background, she writes articles on spiritual healing, spiritual philosophy, dream interpretations, anything in the metaphysical field, and health and wellness essays and articles. She is the author of Writing Through the Soul.
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