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.
April 23rd. Day 38.
Our county has provided digital learning plans for Monday-Thursday, so today was the last day of learning for the week. Little E took his 9AM call from his bed. Approximately six minutes after I woke him up.
I guess there are worse ways to spend your first period. I think back to high school. What I wouldn't give to spend a few more minutes in my bed...
The boys worked on their school assignments and I used the break in the bad weather to sneak out for a walk around the block. Because I've been aimlessly circling the neighborhood streets for weeks, I've become very aware of my surroundings. Who has the sh*t lawn. Who puts in the effort. And definitely when I giant tree limb comes down. We had just had a line of storms roll through. Was it possible there was a lighting strike? I knew just who to put on the case...
I told them to examine where the limb broke off to see if it was charred. There was a lot of weather discussion (EARTH SCIENCE = CHECK). They spent about 20 minutes examining this tree. They compared it to another similar tree to see if it had the same black spots.
In the end, they took this opportunity to break off walking sticks for a future hike. They sent out the neighborhood bat signal to all the little boys. They had hit the jackpot. As the day wore on, there were lots of little boys running around with sticks. So if cabin fever doesn't get them, death by impaling most certainly will.
The rain came back just as we began an enthralling game of mini bouncy wall ball. Extra points for taking out screens, windows, and the porch light.
EXERCISE AND SHOWERS. ALL AT ONCE.
Mr. Yoy came home for dinner around 8PM. I guess I was complaining to him about how much weight I had gained stuck at home. Eating all the garbage he keeps buying. Big E took it upon himself to update my WW badge.
Mr. Yoy asked if I could bring the boys by for dinner and take a look at his new office with all of his pictures professionally hung. I, of course, obliged as I am always looking for something to kill time before bedtime. WOULD YOU LIKE TO DRIVE INTO THE HEART OF BUCKHEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF RUSH HOUR? or WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY AT HOME FROM THE HOURS OF 4-7PM WHILE YOUR KIDS SLOWLY DRIVE YOU INSANE? This mom would take traffic any day of the week. So we headed off to Terminus. We made pretty good time, by the way, until we hit Piedmont. What a cluster! We hit up Mr. Yoy's office first. It looked fantastic! Big and Little E seated themselves next to the window and ogled the women at the three hotel pools within view. No wonder Mr. Yoy asked for binoculars for Father's Day. (That was a joke) We walked over to Ru San's for some sushi dinner. I give them props for blasting their music. It makes me much more relaxed as there is something louder than my chi
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 East Cobb! I am following up on an email I sent yesterday morning, to which I received zero responses. As a long time resident, I am writing you this morning to plead with you to reconsider the mask policy for Cobb County schools this year. I’ve been speaking with many parents and we are stressed and saddened by the lack of consideration and communication from the board regarding the recent surge of Covid. In case you wanted to know, I can also see the future. And in two weeks when we are all at home, virtual again, with sick kids, teachers, bus drivers and others in quarantine, I will be thinking of you and your total disregard for the health of our children and our families. Look, we all make judgment mistakes. We all have a crazy family member spreading conspiracy theories. But we don’t let these people and/or the internet comments section guide our work decisions. Gosh, I can’t imagine if I let my dad’s view of our income tax system influence how I prepared tax r