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.
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