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.
The Yoysers: Out of Sight
I know it is a terrible idea to compare your kids. And I know one day the Yoysers will read their blog and I don't want them to think I favor one perfect child over the other perfect child.
***I LOVE YOU BOTH THE SAME, BUT I DEFINITELY LIKE ONE OF YOU MORE***
But for two people from the same gene pool, their looks, their personalities, and their adoration for their mother couldn't be more different.
Big E has always been a student. This has been documented numerous times. When homework assignments began in Pre-K, Big E was in hog heaven. And that's saying a lot for a jewish kid.
Little E would prefer to burn his homework in the fireplace and use it for warmth. Getting him to sit down and do it is painful.
We are struggling most with his sight words. He immediately blocks out anything with four or more letters. Those are TOO HARD. We dutifully go over them each night, and he stumbles on the same ones over and over again.
Sometimes, I just stand up and walk away from the table. I feel like that is more mature than flipping it over in frustration.
Yesterday, Little E and I had made it through the current list he was working on. He knew all but two. I got up to finish unloading the dishwasher.
And then something amazing happened.
Big E sat down in my spot and began to coach Little E though his current list and then onto the next list. And Little E didn't scream like he was being murdered (that came moments later when Big E snatched the Paw Patrol book Little E was looking at).
Big E had all these tricks I didn't know about. I guess I'm 35+ years removed from learning to read, but it's fresh on Big E's mind.
Maybe I'm going about this all wrong. Maybe, I should be OUTSOURCING this portion of my parenting duties.
I have seen Mr. Yoy a total of 8 awake hours over the past week, with the majority of it coming last night when we hired a sitter and went over to the Dwood Yoysers to visit with my brand new nephew. Mr. Yoy is killing it at work. He is working crazy long hours and with NBA players now trademarking their eyebrows, I may never see Mr. Yoy again. Anyway, I'll admit it. I'm bored. And, a little lonely. I try to put the kiddos to bed at a reasonable hour, and then I have a few hours to tool around the house. I can only eat so much ice cream and watch so much Say Yes to the Dress before my brain begins melting and slowly slides out of my ears. Tonight, I spent 30 plus minutes on the phone with a stranger that was contemplating buying my bar stools I had for sale on Craigslist. We were chatting it up about how hard it was to find the right bar stools. The ones I am selling are pretty nice, solid stools. My one complaint is that they have wicker seats and if you look c
Day 65. I first want to say Happy Birthday to my best friend who would have been 44 today. I found a funny email exchange we had with each other back when we both first had our babies and had zero clue as to what we were doing. DOES THIS THING COME WITH AN OWNER'S MANUAL? The buildup has been immense, but this was the actual last day of school here in Cobb. Big E had his final Zoom call with his class. His teacher put together a video of them with baby pictures mixed in with their current pictures and I stood over Big E's shoulder and watched and silently cried. I left to grab a tissue and returned to watch the whole 5th grade video with photos of them starting as babies in Kindergarten and now as 5th graders. Again, I stood over Big E's shoulder and silently cried. He turned to look at me. I tried to play it cool. YOU CAN LEAVE NOW. Normally that would have hurt my feelings, but I'm so raw from everything, that I just numbly walked away to clean up
I have survived a sh*tty four days of no diapers. If I was grading Little E, and let's face it, I always am, I'd give him a "C". Today he had one accident. But it was a mega poop in his underwear. At our neighbors' house. And waited until I discovered it. So he gets many demerits for being shifty. I have found over the past four days, the only time I am truly relaxed is when I slide those Cars Pull-ups over his chunky thighs minutes before bedtime. I can breathe again. Angels cry out HALLELUJAH from the heavens. My heart rate decelerates to an acceptable level for a woman my age. My deodorant stops working overtime. I know it gets better, as Big E is rounding the corner to five and he goes to the bathroom without prompting and/or drama. Unless something so engaging is on the television. And then he just goes in his pants rather than miss a minute of Jake and the Neverland Pirates. Priorities. I just want to fast forward this process