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!
Hi folks! A quick note from Mrs. Yoy as I know it's been awhile. For those that know me personally, you know that I've been very vocal in unsuccessfully convincing the Cobb County School board to change their COVID policies, which to this day, remain a steaming pile of sh*t. We follow zero health guidelines and figuring out the quarantine policy is akin to solving that math problem from Good Will Hunting. I will be publishing the letters I've sent to the board and Superintendent over the last 18 days of school. I've heard back from my representative, who is lovely, and my pediatric dentist who also serves on the board, but it's been crickets from the voting block of four and the Superintendent, Chris Ragsdale. Apparently, he's too busy pumping iron and self-tanning. Anyway, enjoy. HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! (E-mail sent on August 2, 2021) Good morning from East Cobb! As a long time resident, I am writing you this morning to plead with you to reconsider the mask
Good Morning from Quarantine-land in East Cobb. I am writing to you, as I have numerous times since the first day of school on August 2nd, to plead with you to reinstate the mask mandate in Cobb County Schools. I spent yesterday talking to my son through a bedroom door. We have been trying to limit contact between him and the rest of our family, as he received his first close contact letter on Tuesday. A COVID positive boy that sits at his table in class, MASKLESS , breathed on my son for an hour on Monday morning. Thankfully, my son was wearing his mask. We will go tomorrow to get tested for COVID. Currently, our days consist of temperature checks, CTLS checks, and a few massive meltdowns sprinkled in. As my son sobbed through the door, he relayed how stressed he was, worried about missing class while his assignments piled up. As I tried to soothe his troubled soul, I thought of you all. You did this. You own this terrible, gutless decision. My son then told me he is being teased at
Day 58. Today was a big day. I had to go to the Yoyser's school to pick up their stuff that they left behind in March. Back when we were all complaining that they'd be out until after Spring Break. Oh. The horror. Back when we joked that if they weren't back in school by my birthday, I'd be disappointed. Oh. THE. HORROR. Back when if you'd have told me that I would spend the next 60 days straight with my children, without CycleBar, without my mani/pedis, without my bra, I would have laugh/cried. OH. THE. HORROR. We were allowed back in, in very small groups with strict instructions. Wear a mask. Grab their bagged items, their yearbooks, and get the heck out. Everything was one way. I did have a chance to see their Principal one last time, as she is being transferred to another school. I wanted to hug her and thank her for all she has done for my boys over the past five years, but that wasn't going to happen. So behind my masked face, I tried to pour all of m