Happy New Year!
2016 is a big year for the Yoys. Mr. Yoy and I will celebrate our ten year anniversary in April. Ten Years!! Mr. Yoy informed me during our grueling drive back to Atlanta, that if I stick it out for ten years, I'll have access to his retirement accounts. So romantic, I know.
Another notable date in April, my 40th birthday. After the events of 2015, my perspective on aging is a whole lot different. I'm so excited to be turning 40. I can vividly remember both my folks turning 40 and I can't believe it is my turn. I'm grateful to be healthy and (mostly) happy and here. Plus, thanks to my mom's advice many, many years ago, I've been slathering on Oil of Olay everyday and I think I look pretty damn good for my age.
So, in honor of the new year and the new school semester, here is a little gem for you.
Yesterday morning marked the first day back for the Yoys. I was a tad anxious because our sleeping habits over break eerily resembled my freshman year at UF. My kids were off schedule, off routine, and therefore, just off in general.
I got them to bed on time Monday night and spent the rest of the evening doing laundry, unpacking, and catching up on Modern Family. Mr. Yoy and I did not get to bed until after 11.
I was dreaming about my hosting gig on Saturday Night Live, when I heard it.
MOOOOOOOOM! YOU FORGOT TO WAKE US UP!
I shot up and looked at the clock. 7:13! SH*T! We have to be out the door in seven minutes flat to make the bus.
At this point in the story I would like to point out that Big E slept no later than 6:15 the entire duration of our vacation. He needed to be up so he could count down the minutes until he could turn on cartoons (not until 7) or "accidentally" wake up his brother. But not on Tuesday. Tuesday he had to go to school and therefore, his plan was to sleep until noon.
ALL HANDS ON DECK!
I leapt out of bed. And amazingly, so did Mr. Yoy. It was like a mirage. Or a ghost.
THIS IS NOT A DRILL! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
Mr. Yoy's running commentary kept things spicy as I accelerated our morning routine into warp speed.
7:20 came and went. But 7:23 came and then we went. Out the door. In the 25 degree weather, sort of bundled up, while chowing down on microwaved mini-pancakes. Not my best breakfast ever, but I needed something portable and quick.
The bus pulled up as Little E and I rounded the corner. I pleaded with him to hurry, but he lives life in slow-mo, so he sped up his pace to a brisk walk. Big E ran ahead, without his backpack, to get in line.
But we made it. The boys on the bus. Mr. Yoy and I back to sleep in our warm, wonderful bed until nine.
And as Little E's Pre-K teacher always said, "Teamwork makes the dream work!"
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