Babbling to Myself

I wiped down the kitchen counter, and babbled about how our old van could have told its own story (previous post). So caught up I was in my made up story that I failed to hear S telling me something. I believed I was talking to hubby, who should be in the living room playing with Baby Z.

I was still talking when I made my way to the dining table, only to discover that hubby had gone upstairs, leaving me babbling to myself!

"I told you he went upstairs, but you didn't hear me!" S said, laughing.

I stood there open-mouthed, incredulously feeling indignant and tickled.

"Wha..?" I began to say.

"Abi went upstairs but told us to shush," S continued, laughing at me.

"He left me talking to myself??" I said.

"Never mind, I'll go and shout in his ears upstairs," I told S, and I began to laugh too.

I crept the stairs, and S and N followed suit.

So, while hubby gave Baby Z his bath in the bathtub, I stood outside the bathroom and orated my story. Whether they want to or not, they're listening to it.