I took a four year hiatus from blogging, but these are trying times, folks. I'm here to bring you real, endearing, and sanity saving stories from the 2020 lock-in.
Some days, I barely survive. Other days, I'm crazy awesome.
Yoy is my husband's nickname, so naturally, I'm Mrs. Yoy.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. The ultimate made-up holiday.
Oh, I buy into it, don't get me wrong. I sent cards to all of my family and Mr. Yoy bought fillets to cook for dinner tomorrow night. Now that we have kids, we don't get to go anywhere fun, especially on a "holiday". Think about that the next time you have the urge to start a family.
This being my Valentine's post, I feel the need to profess my love. Not to Mr. Yoy. Not to the little Yoys. Not even to the dog.
Tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of something big. Not only is it Valentine's Day, but it is also the anniversary of when Mr. Yoy finally caved and bought me my beloved minivan.
I have to say, I love it more now than I did a year ago.
Yes, it has some love scratches and dents, most of them self inflicted (damn you Piedmont Hospital parking deck!), but I see none of that when I look at the big red bus. I see love.
So I thought I'd give you the top ten reasons why I love my minivan.
1) It warms my butt when I am cold.
2) It holds all fourteen of my open water bottles, Coke Zero cans, and whatever else I may be drinking at the time.
3) It has blue tooth which allows me to listen to Big E's crappy music via my phone at all times. Sometimes I get to listen to my music, which makes me happy.
4) It has a backup camera which allows me to see behind my big red bus. It has erased my ability reverse any vehicle without such camera.
5) AUTOMATIC SLIDING DOORS! AUTOMATIC SLIDING DOORS! AUTOMATIC SLIDING DOORS! Need I say more? Oh, but I will. I am able to have Little E in my arms, a 50 lb diaper bag hanging from my elbow, a drink in hand AND still be able to load the Yoys.
6) I could rent out the cargo space to a family of four to live in. This really could happen. I even have a portable toilet back there. All they would need is running water. And maybe some privacy curtains.
7) It has sunshades on all the passenger windows. No more hanging those ugly suction things on your window. You could pull them up or take them down as you need.
8) It has a separate little mirror so I can watch the Yoys without turning around. Like a real bus driver! It makes me legit.
9) It is red. The red is a constant reminder of the love Mr. Yoy must feel for me to purchase a car he absolutely hates. It took him awhile, but he finally started driving it. Mostly because I'll let him listen to the ESPN Fantasy Sports Sirius station when he drives.
10) It has like ten thousand airbags. Not that this gives me a license to drive like a texting sixteen year-old, but there is something comforting knowing the bus has some of the greatest safety features and ratings out there. Why shouldn't I have the best for my Yoys?
Ok, I'm done professing my love for an inanimate object. I fear I'm starting to sound a little bit like Brick Tamland from Anchorman. I LOVE LAMP!
I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's Day with whoever or whatever you love!
I bet you didn't expect to hear from me... At 8:45AM this morning, I had a very worried child wake me up. He was ultra concerned that we were not yet up. How were we going to stick to the schedule I had printed out? The schedule I printed out in attempt to convince myself that this homeschooling/quarantine would not be the dumpster fire, that deep down, I knew it would be. I don't normally sleep this late, I promise. But Mr. Yoy and I were up extra late last night, finishing off the Hunters. I fell asleep around 2AM. I checked my phone and I had a very special message from a very special lady requesting I resuscitate the Mrs. Yoy blog, at least for the time that we are locked in, as she needed some laughs. So here I am. It's a little after 6:30PM. No one in my house has died and I feel like I need some praise and validation. The morning wasn't so zen. 9AM was P.E. time per Little E and his militant schedule, so we went out for a walk/bike ride. We came back
I opened my eyes and had a moment that I thought I had overslept. That one second of panic that pumps your adrenaline so hard, you could flip a car. The sunlight that was beginning to creep into our bedroom had fooled me. Moments later, Little E, the schedule sergeant, bounded in to inform me we had to get up and go on our morning walk. Today I was a little more enthusiastic as I craved the fresh air. I threw on my quarantine uniform, leggings and a sweatshirt and met Little E in the hall. He had put on his full camouflage outfit, vest and sweatpants, and I had put on my camouflage sweatshirt. We perfectly coordinated, but didn't match, like early 2000s Destiny's child, but without the singing talent. We are the Jewish Duck Dynasty After our walk, the teachers' emails came flooding in with their real assignments. Phew. Tangible work. I was getting worried that I'd have two homeschool dropouts. I set them up at the kitchen island to work and that las
Everybody's working for the weekend, right? Except in our new world, there are no weekends. Every day is the same. Friday. I find myself digging deep for my zen. We had such a good day yesterday and I really thought we were moving in the right direction. But just like the virus that has us all locked away, my kids' behaviors and emotions come in waves. Little E woke up on the wrong side of the quarantine and everything for him has been a struggle today. School work. Life. Meals. The Yoysers are only 20 months apart. This presents some challenges. But the absolute best part of them being one grade apart, is that Big E did all of Little E's work last year. So if Mrs. Yoy can't figure it out (look, it happens...), Big E usually knows how to help. I captured a sweet moment for the boys before things headed South. They wrapped up their assigned work a little before lunchtime. I had a couple of optional assignments for them. First off, we sorted our Tupp