The Whispering Parents

I never thought I would be one… but here I am!

The other day my husband and I found ourselves in the corner of his office. One may be thinking, “hmmm, what were y’all doing”? 

~Were we making out in the corner~

~Were we whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ear~

~Were we telling secrets that we didn’t want our kids to hear~

The answer is NO to all of that!

We were whispering about how much our kids were getting on our nerves. You see, my daughter is home from college and cooking up everything in the kitchen, and my youngest daughter is sick and pushing all my buttons. Then there’s my son, he’s not doing anything wrong, but he is breaking my heart with his departure approaching quickly.  

My husband and I were venting in the corner, well, more so me. But then, I realized that we do this often, and I couldn’t help but laugh about it. So here we are whispering about how our oldest daughter is making stinky bread that makes our entire house smell AWFUL! Then she baked cookies and used triple the amount of chocolate chips than she should’ve. My baby girl is sick, but she wants to stay in our family room and blast the T.V. as she watches sports.

And all I want to do is buy a ticket to an exotic resort, drink margaritas, eat fruit and listen to an artist play slow romantic music. But here I am, whispering and thawing out meat for yet another dinner.

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~ 

25 Replies to “The Whispering Parents”

  1. LMAO! 😂🤦🏽‍♀️🤣 No girl, not the stinky bread and the overdose of chocolate chips??? 🍪🍪🍪 How are you so lucky to have so much dysfunctional fun??? ROTFLMAO!!! 😜😆🤣😅😂 Belladonna, I think I can see your brain all the way here in N.C. too! What a hoot!!! 🤪

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