Why are women so complicated? I mean really, why?

This and so many other fabulous photos are ripe for the picking from Bruce Johnson, the mastermind behind this blog: Hypocrisy

My sister in law, my mother in law, my husband, me and the kids were all in the same city for the weekend. The city called Cedartown. The city we moved from about a year ago.

Mr. Hall still works there one weekend a month and a few days a week. This weekend was his one weekend a month. I had taken the kids down for an overnight hotel stay because I miss Mr. Hall. The kids miss their Daddy. And hotels are awesome fun.

Me and the kids were to leave Cedarton right after Sunday Brunch. This is where it got retarded in between me and the other women folk mentioned above..

MY SISTER IN LAW, JANET, ASKS A QUESTION:

Janet asked me if I could bring the kids to her mother's (my MIL's) house and stay a while after the kids and I had Sunday brunch. That way, when Mr. Hall got out of work, everyone could go out to dinner.

I briefly and politely tried to explain why I was not going to do this. Again, this is where it gets all retarded. Janet didn't understand my reasons for saying no. Nor was she accepting them.

Much discussion on many cell phones occurred wherein my SIL tried to explain why and how I could spend the day in the city with the kids. And then stay for the dinner with the family. Many discussions, many women folk having them.

Here is my sister in law by the way. Note the blonde hair. My husband's grandparents were from Austria. Hence the blonde children that I, a dark haired vixen, bore so happily. That's my daughter on the right.



Also of note in this photo, the big brown horse. That horse is one of two Janet owns. She is, by all accounts, an accomplished horsewoman. She is gracious enough to share this passion with my daughter when we visit.

That being said, Janet has no children. She is married to an awesome guy. They really don't want kids and they are very happy taking trips to Costa Rica, going to horse competitions, taking trips to Spain and doing other fabulous, being married without children things. Like sleeping in whenever they damn well please.

Le Sigh.

I miss sleeping in.

I did not sleep in that Sunday, the Sunday she asked me to stay. Mr. Hall left early that morning. Like four am early. He rose, dressed by the light of his cell phone and left. He was going to be at work for the rest of the day. He gave me a pat on the tush as he left. And a peck on the cheek. tee hee hee...

The kids stirred about two hours later. Like six am later. Too damn early later. It was warm and cute and I love them no matter what.

I love them so much I drove 2.5 hours to Cedartown so they could spent the evening with their Daddy. Because he still divides his time between here and Cedartown. But I have the kids all the time and this requires effort. More effort then I ever thought I was capable of. The kids make it easy though. They were so awesome this weekend. But, that's another post.

Janet has no idea the amount of effort kids take because she doesn't have any. She doesn't understand how the kids can take effort, even if we're just 'sitting around' at her mother's house.

She doesn't understand because they don't take the kids and say, "Hey Holly, I got the kids, you go take a nap." Or, "Hey I'll take them to the Zoo, you go get a pedicure." Or, "Hey, go take a long shower, I'll play trains with Mac. I got this." Also, they never chase the kids around so Mac won't break all the antiques my mother in law has. All breakable priceless figurines. Everywhere.

Because people without kids don't have babyproof houses. But that's another post.


So.

That Sunday was this Sunday. This Sunday was spent having a fabulous brunch with just the kids and me. Then we packed everything up and took two trips to the car. Everyone had to carry something. Mac carried his train and a singular diaper. Pancake carried a big ziploc bag of markers and her unicorn. I carried everything else, gently coaching them to turn here and turn there. Watch out of cars.... don't keep pressing the elevator buttons . . . .

The brunch was truly fabulous, but that is another post.

Then, after we were all packed and strapped in, we left for home. The kids were passed out before we left the parking lot. All sleepy with syrup love.

And we drove home.






And still, Janet has no idea why I said no. ;)