tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66566319191466385722024-03-05T04:41:36.041-05:00The Mrs. Yoy Blog: The Quarantine Coronacles 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.Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.comBlogger768125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-72000098823687153702021-08-26T08:16:00.005-04:002021-08-26T08:21:32.045-04:00Happy 19th Day of School! <p><span style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span></span></p><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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, <b>MASKLESS</b>, 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.</span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. </span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My son then told me he is being teased at school for wearing a mask. You have created a culture where he has to defend his decision to choose basic decency and caring for his community. This should never be the case. This shouldn't even be a decision to make. I know y'all like to say "Children can choose to wear their mask" well let me tell you something, my children would also choose to <b><i>only</i></b> eat golden-stuffed oreos, but as a parent, that's where I come in. To be the voice of reason, and this voice should all choose science, health, and life.</span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I only want our school children to stay healthy and stay in-class, if only there was a way to help us move closer to this goal.</span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></i></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><b><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">New since the last time I emailed into the abyss of the Cobb County School District email server...</span></i></b></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><b><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our local hospital brought out the mobile morgue. It sits in the parking lot, a beacon to all that these are dangerous times. </span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Georgia's covid cases have surpassed our cases from January. Do you remember January? The entire school system pivoted back to virtual for a week to allow for teachers and staff to get healthy so in person learning could continue. But here we are, pretending there is nothing to see here. </span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My seventh grader reported that 3/7 of his teachers were out. How is my child expected to learn when he's not receiving instruction. Worksheets and videos don't cut it for him. </span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were notified of the upcoming standardized testing. I am leaning towards opting out of these tests for the first time ever. My children consistently score in the upper 90th percentile, but I will not let their supreme intelligence be a feather in your cap. I am not the only parent that feels this way. </span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know you are feeling the heat. And it's ok to admit you were wrong. It's a sign of great leadership. We will still celebrate your decision to follow the CDPH, CDC, AAP, and every other human out there with common sense and a reverence for life. Even if it is a month late. </span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">End the chaos, anxiety, and trauma.</span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I look forward to hearing your response to my email for the first time this month. I know you can do it. Just hit the reply button. I honestly want to hear your thoughts. Not while you are grandstanding at a board meeting, but as a human and a parent. <b>MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.</b></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mrs. Yoy</span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVGQVrRyYxp_IlbaDLXIhLd7qfKktCLAGlM6LT7izQV9D1BPBPF6mTALUFDUX7DCYUdPvOPRxYDYeRX3FPdLF1V65cs2nwMHT0ETR36Abk9nVJdMtfO2uS6wG3my8IxL49lHlCbLIlC67/s2048/799B8E7D-D807-4140-B3C2-09AF93CB71A1.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVGQVrRyYxp_IlbaDLXIhLd7qfKktCLAGlM6LT7izQV9D1BPBPF6mTALUFDUX7DCYUdPvOPRxYDYeRX3FPdLF1V65cs2nwMHT0ETR36Abk9nVJdMtfO2uS6wG3my8IxL49lHlCbLIlC67/s320/799B8E7D-D807-4140-B3C2-09AF93CB71A1.heic" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Trying to safely help him with his math work.</b></div></span></div>Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-71708019336049293542021-08-25T13:08:00.000-04:002021-08-25T13:08:56.307-04:00Happy 17th Day of School! (Emailed August 24th, 2021)<div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Greetings from quarantine ground zero AKA East Cobb! I bet you thought I forgot about you. Well, unfortunately for you, I'm a Taurus and I am nothing if not the most stubborn human on the planet. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><b><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">New since the last time I emailed into the abyss of the Cobb County School District email server...</span></i></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cobb County issued a mask mandate for all government buildings. It's incredibly dire to protect our citizens right now! We must wear masks inside to slow the spread! We must keep our children...oh wait, who cares about them? They don't vote. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The mask rally held on Thursday night, in conjunction with the contentious board meeting, debunked my theory that y'all were on a Caribbean party cruise together and unable to respond to my many emails. I was really hanging my hat on that one. My kids bravely spoke their fears aloud all while old, angry men yelled in their faces about freedom. At least they got their civics lesson in. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UqFtFnOgcXRYJQTmxKqE9M8ZlMxiIA5FgQHTrbpjle8JY6-Dc3jXuqlx2bZMqCCsE0N5JJIIBD4kuyo1RxMCuIVUSAiw1nr8HDMw6Wngl9VIfaAYqmNE6Ji09n2anfMi8UcC_UCJV63Y/s2048/3DCBC91C-91D8-4E49-BEBA-9802DE561644.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UqFtFnOgcXRYJQTmxKqE9M8ZlMxiIA5FgQHTrbpjle8JY6-Dc3jXuqlx2bZMqCCsE0N5JJIIBD4kuyo1RxMCuIVUSAiw1nr8HDMw6Wngl9VIfaAYqmNE6Ji09n2anfMi8UcC_UCJV63Y/s320/3DCBC91C-91D8-4E49-BEBA-9802DE561644.heic" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Our kids holding up their signs, outside of the board meeting. We wouldn't allow them inside because most people were not wearing masks. Also, some nice gentlemen called our children SLAVES. </i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Governor Kemp deployed the National Guard to assist the state's drowning hospital systems. Things are so bad here in the Peach State, that even our freedom-lovin', gun-totin', did-he-just-threaten-his-daughter's-boyfriend-with-a-gun-in-his-campaign-ad Governor got nervous. And yet, I sit here and watch my community struggle to absorb the impact of your complete lack of leadership. Today, your inability to stand up to the anti-mask bullies came home to roost at the Feldmans.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My sweet boy, who was just getting his footing during this giant transition from elementary school to middle school, was CC'd (yes, that's the middle school slang for when you get the close contact letter). I was so mad, I cried tears of frustration. We made it through all of last year with just one close contact for both of my children. We are now 17 days in. My son was excited about broadcast club and stock market club and doing in-person science experiments. {CUE RECORD SCRATCH} He will now be sitting at home the remainder of the week, clicking refresh on CTLS, waiting for assignments to be posted. Unfortunately, he doesn't receive any teacher support during this time. Of course, I am worried that he will get sick, but I'm equally as worried about him losing his momentum. I'd hate for him to become disenfranchised with school because he is unable to get into a routine. This will be his third, fourth, and fifth day out of school this school year-all due to exposures and COVID testing. In a normal year, I don't sweat a sore throat, but now it's off to Viral Solutions just to be sure. And this takes a day or two. I do this because I am not a monster and care about my community.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'd like you to pause, stand up, and go take another look at yourself in the mirror. What is your purpose? Why are you putting your community through this trauma? We all want to know. If you are going to die on this mask hill, which is possible, just ask the 630,000 families left to pick up the pieces, you must provide the school children with an outlet to keep up in their studies. It's not fair to expect them to excel at school, while only attending 75% of the classes. I tried that in college, and trust me, it didn't work and I almost lost my scholarship at UF. But, I pivoted, changed my behavior, and finished the next semester with a 4.0. It's called agility. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Look, there were Civil War level battles happening in my home last year over virtual learning, but they still learned. You've got to crank up CTLS. Make it a one-way street. Let my kids at least watch their teachers. Maybe they have a chance of learning geometry, because lord knows I won't be able to teach it to them. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is a runaway train. People are jumping off left and right. The families with the means are pulling their kids out for private school or learning pods. You are losing the talent pool that makes Cobb County Schools such a desired brand. I didn't pay triple for what my house is worth to deal with the disastrous state of the public schools here. Fix it. Fix it now. Call up Dr. Memark and tell her you were just kidding and that you WILL start to follow CDPH guidelines. This was all a very unfunny, extremely early April Fools' joke. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">If you are not interested in protecting the children, teachers, bus drivers, and staff, at least think of the medical doctors who are struggling to treat all of the COVID patients flooding our hospitals. In a pandemic, every behavior creates a ripple throughout the community. And unfortunately, certain members of the Cobb County School Board by enabling the Superintendent, are throwing massive boulders into the water and walking away.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I look forward to hearing from you.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thanks,</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mrs. Yoy</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></span><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p>Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-29018862210998862902021-08-25T12:56:00.003-04:002021-08-25T12:56:45.648-04:00Happy 10th Day of School! (Emailed on Friday, August 13th, 2021)<p><span style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Good afternoon from East Cobb! I am following up on the multitude of emails I've sent you since the first day of school on August 2nd, to which I have received zero responses. Today, I gave you time for coffee and lunch, so let’s dive right in. </span></span></p><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br style="word-wrap: break-word !important;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was made aware that Mr. Banks was still responding to emails, but with a more subdued vibe. A little less Q Anon, a little more automated reply. I’m glad someone spoke to him about keeping the racism inside. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anyhow, I’m still not 100% convinced that y’all aren’t on a party cruise in the Caribbean. You failed to make an appearance at our mask rally yesterday, which is a shame. We were eager to speak to you about your inability to make a decision based on the CDPH department’s COVID guidelines. You would have also enjoyed the gentleman that drove from Pickens county, with no skin in the game, to counterprotest. He seemed like your “people”. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">New since the last time I emailed into the echo chamber of the Cobb County School District email server... The number of cases in our schools topped 800, of which I’m sure is underreported. We are definitely neck and neck with Florida and Texas in this race to the bottom of humanity. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fulton County announced maskless school centers. This really piqued my interest. Picture this: the hazy smoking room at Hartsfield. Everyone guiltily taking deep drags on their cigs and breathing out cancerous fumes. All while inhaling each other’s smoky seconds. So this, but COVID. Look, I’m all about protecting our community, but if this satiates the “freedom” fighters, I’m all in. Especially if it keeps my two sweet boys safe, healthy, and in class with their teachers. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; word-wrap: break-word !important;"><div dir="ltr" style="word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Please don’t let your pride interfere with basic human decency. It’s past time to do the right thing. We've already created significant community viral spread over the past two weeks of this failed science experiment. If none of this implores you to update your mask policy, please think of the exhausted doctors and nurses in our community that will have to come along in our wake and fix this preventable mess. I know you can do it! We will still applaud you for your common sense and bravery, although maybe with a little less enthusiasm as this is getting exhausting.<br style="word-wrap: break-word !important;" /></span></div><div style="word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br style="word-wrap: break-word !important;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I’m sure you are busy cranking up the ol’ CTLS but I'll be here, anxiously awaiting your response. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br style="word-wrap: break-word !important;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As always, thank you for reading. <br style="word-wrap: break-word !important;" /></span></div><div style="word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br style="word-wrap: break-word !important;" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="word-wrap: break-word !important;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mrs. Yoy</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; word-wrap: break-word !important;"><br /></div></div>Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-17268697765807511542021-08-25T12:37:00.004-04:002021-08-25T12:38:57.585-04:00Happy 9th Day of School! (Emailed on August 12th, 2021)<div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Good morning from East Cobb! I am following up on the multitude of emails I've sent you since the first day of school on August 2nd, to which I have received zero responses.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Today I was made aware that one of you, I'm looking at your Mr. Banks, HAS been responding to parent emails regarding their mask policy. All with the same message:</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6PXvv4e8pKVwDIlGE8vpHgJZSfgWjfjty3IHjWd8NdInXfv1571ywy9TfFffMjQ1-USyVJ7E_IGhciAwQVg_5gXN0NfBNS_H-CrWr_p451tUifcAt7wJUeoBw2vNBAV4jWbgiLdwIAYO/s828/383BFEF9-1ED2-4FA1-B4A9-1FEC166F3408_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="828" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6PXvv4e8pKVwDIlGE8vpHgJZSfgWjfjty3IHjWd8NdInXfv1571ywy9TfFffMjQ1-USyVJ7E_IGhciAwQVg_5gXN0NfBNS_H-CrWr_p451tUifcAt7wJUeoBw2vNBAV4jWbgiLdwIAYO/s320/383BFEF9-1ED2-4FA1-B4A9-1FEC166F3408_1_201_a.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Unfortunately for everyone involved, Mr. Banks' responses included a link to a video on www.bitchute.com which justified his viewpoint on the lack of mask mandates. I had not heard of this medical website, so I googled it. And this was at the top of the search:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjxStJcvmbxglcVba-48MbByttK9L6S3MtW0o46e16vQ4UUGqT8ZdpEImxbVKlF-w-ju_KYj3GsGNv6XsWMyukN-VZGO6wsDlPEgFwvwwMz8aVubl1UH0OIcSOeA_Xw-ptX6lbz-Xa0H4/s828/FFAB3EFE-C994-4CDF-AFD9-FB30D1188225_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="434" data-original-width="828" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjxStJcvmbxglcVba-48MbByttK9L6S3MtW0o46e16vQ4UUGqT8ZdpEImxbVKlF-w-ju_KYj3GsGNv6XsWMyukN-VZGO6wsDlPEgFwvwwMz8aVubl1UH0OIcSOeA_Xw-ptX6lbz-Xa0H4/s320/FFAB3EFE-C994-4CDF-AFD9-FB30D1188225_1_201_a.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuB1OIh6kQDXTDep184fsQz6kqzS5QjnJQ470P2knerO7WbNOWOKXu99iAPja0cP27E_Zdru-3w41UHB1HaCPeByk0-ax5_iDnDYTBFZeDiiN7RCyqgKZCy9FODA2oV3W69VKBDfNs_7nx/s828/341E10FF-7379-4BBB-A308-995B3731F345_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="828" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuB1OIh6kQDXTDep184fsQz6kqzS5QjnJQ470P2knerO7WbNOWOKXu99iAPja0cP27E_Zdru-3w41UHB1HaCPeByk0-ax5_iDnDYTBFZeDiiN7RCyqgKZCy9FODA2oV3W69VKBDfNs_7nx/s320/341E10FF-7379-4BBB-A308-995B3731F345_1_201_a.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">I actually gasped as the enormity of the situation hit me. The joke I had made in my earlier emails about not listening to your crazy uncle spewing conspiracy theories had missed the mark. David Banks doesn't have a crazy uncle, he IS the crazy uncle. Plot twist, I know.</span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I read more about this website, my blood pressure erupted. This website was for videos too extreme for YouTube. Holy Moly! Have you watched YouTube? I have. And some of these professional content creators do the most dangerous and idiotic stunts on there, but even they aren't blocked. So Bitchute must be the dregs of humanity. And THIS is where I find my school board member trolling for medical info regarding the efficacy of masks. This gives me all the warm fuzzies and begs me to ask what else is Mr. Banks reading up on on this website? Cobb County's schoolchildren are a wonderfully diverse group of kids. Their education should not be determined by someone who visits the dark web for hate sites. Digest that as I move along. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">New since the last time I emailed into the echo chamber of the Cobb County School District email server...East Side Elementary called the parents and guardians of their entire fifth grade class and told them to come and get 'em like supper in the South!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The ripple effect of poor leadership includes these children who will now be out of the classroom for the next week or so, which to me highlights the importance of mask wearing: keeping students healthy and learning in the classroom. How is this not your highest priority? (Re-election doesn't count so don't say that aloud). Their parents will now need to be at home with them, as these are ten and eleven year-olds. Some will get sick and continue to spread COVID onward to others in our community. What about their siblings at our middle and high schools?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>MAKE IT MAKE SENSE! </b>Please, I'm really struggling with the inconsistent application of safety protocols. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Please don't let your pride interfere with basic human decency. It's past time to do the right thing. We've already created significant community viral spread over the past week of this failed science experiment. If none of this implores you to update your mask policy, please think of the exhausted doctors and nurses in our community that will have to come along in our wake and fix this preventable mess. I know you can do it! We will still applaud you for your common sense and bravery, although maybe with a little less enthusiasm as this is getting exhausting. <br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll be here, anxiously awaiting your response. Just please make sure it doesn't include a link to bitchute.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">As always, thank you for reading. And I'll see you at the mask rally later today.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mrs. Yoy</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaO5P8cdjNI0kPNoHStaf-7HGp7EH-6Qkzi66LM-N_sUimvYWJMTChBz4Cqg1GYeDz9T-5jRf3tzEPbQkml5lTKI33kr22YCtnN1_XiV1YenKTcnhKUdpA-pb9ZT7SSGUQ-L2vUiMksFR4/s828/4EA2E6B2-60AA-4A5D-BFD7-65B372D328B7_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="813" data-original-width="828" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaO5P8cdjNI0kPNoHStaf-7HGp7EH-6Qkzi66LM-N_sUimvYWJMTChBz4Cqg1GYeDz9T-5jRf3tzEPbQkml5lTKI33kr22YCtnN1_XiV1YenKTcnhKUdpA-pb9ZT7SSGUQ-L2vUiMksFR4/s320/4EA2E6B2-60AA-4A5D-BFD7-65B372D328B7_1_201_a.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>David Banks sleeping through a Cobb County Board meeting. This is what I'm working with. By the way, his wife defending him and said he wasn't sleeping, he just has droopy eyelids. </b></div></b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-79635103971667072962021-08-25T09:15:00.000-04:002021-08-25T09:15:13.462-04:00Happy 7th Day of School! (E-mail sent on August 10th, 2021)<p><span style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Good morning from East Cobb! I am following up on the multitude of emails I've sent you since the first day of school on August 2nd, to which I have received zero responses. </span></span></p><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Today, I've recruited a guest author, my amazing twelve year-old son, Big E. He really wants to share with you his thoughts regarding the situation within his school:</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I went into school thinking this will probably be ok, I bet a lot of people will wear their masks. I WAS WRONG. Twenty percent of the kids are wearing masks. And I know that at least half the kids aren't vaccinated. I'm scared for them, my friends, and my little brother. Sometimes <b><i>it's very stressful and it affects my ability to concentrate and learn. </i></b>I hope you require that all individuals wear face coverings inside my school. Signed-Your voice from Middle School, Big E"</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">New since the last time I emailed into the echo chamber of the Cobb County School District email server... Dr. Howard held a very informative FB live session last night with a panel of doctors from across many medical disciplines. I highly recommend you take an hour to watch the replay along with a mirror to take a good look into y'alls souls. Next week’s planned in-person back to school parent nights have been disappearing faster than the ice shelf in Antarctica. If gathering a bunch of parents into a classroom, where masks are optional, is not prudent or safe due to widespread viral infection, why is this same model safe for our children? <b><i>MAKE IT MAKE SENSE! </i></b>Please, I'm really struggling with the inconsistent application of safety protocols. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Please don’t let your pride interfere with morality. It’s past time to do the right thing. Our current infection rate in Cobb County is up to 446 cases per 100,000 folks. We've already created significant community viral spread over the past week of this failing science experiment. If none of this implores you to update your mask policy, please think of the exhausted doctors and nurses in our community that will have to come along in our wake and fix this preventable mess. I know you can do it! We will applaud you for your common sense and bravery. We will throw you a parade, virtually-of course. <br clear="none" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll be here, anxiously awaiting your response. Any response. A blink. An ear tug. An emoji. Bueller? Bueller? Any confirmation that you have read my message and are alive.</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thank you for reading. <br clear="none" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br clear="none" /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mrs. Yoy</span></div></div>Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-14882121176551184282021-08-25T09:10:00.000-04:002021-08-25T09:10:14.582-04:00Unhappy (Sick) Fifth Day of School (E-mail sent on August 6th, 2021)<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;">Good morning from East Cobb! I am following up on the emails I've sent every morning since the first day of school on August 2nd, to which I have received zero responses. I see what you're doing here. You prefer more of a</span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"> </span><b style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><i>dear diary</i></b><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;">format. Where I send you my inner most thoughts regarding your mismanagement of Cobb County School District COVID policies and you voyeuristically read along. I daresay you look forward to my morning message. </span></span></p><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I was saying, 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.</span></span><div><b style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;">New since yesterday</b><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;">. The Cobb and Douglas Public Health Department made a statement regarding our County's lack of mask mandate. To paraphrase:</span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"> </span><b style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><i>"Certain members of the school board have gone rogue. We can't make them be more worried about public health than re-election. And we're making this statement to set up the ultimate I TOLD YOU so moment of 2021. Right behind, mom jeans look good on no one."</i></b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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 returns in my job as a CPA. I’d get fired.</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Please don’t let your pride interfere with morality. It’s past time to do the right thing. We've already created significant community viral spread in the four days of this maskless bonanza. Think of the exhausted doctors and nurses that will have to come along in our wake and fix this preventable mess. I know you can do it! We will applaud you for your common sense and bravery. We will throw you a parade, virtually-of course.</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">How can I keep them safe? I obviously can't. Sadly, my 6th grader woke me at 3:30AM with shooting pains in his stomach. The vomiting began shortly thereafter. We will be heading to get tested first thing this morning. </span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thank you for reading. </span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mrs. Yoy</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #1d2228; font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #1d2228; font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40);">P.S. "Mom-there is a boy in my class that is wearing a full-on gas mask to school." - Big E, Middle School student.<br /></span></span><div class="I_52qC D_FY W_6D6F" data-test-id="message-view-body" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; display: table; width: 864px;"><div class="msg-body P_wpofO mq_AS" data-test-id="message-view-body-content" style="line-height: normal; padding: 2px 0px 0px; position: relative; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;"><div class="jb_0 X_6MGW N_6Fd5" style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 24px; padding-right: 16px;"><div id="yiv2863845003"><div id="yiv2863845003"><div class="yiv2863845003ydp5442394dyahoo-style-wrap"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-43079374310089866852021-08-25T09:03:00.002-04:002021-08-25T09:03:52.312-04:00Happy Fourth Day of School (E-mail sent August 5th, 2021)<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Good morning from East Cobb! I am following up on the emails I sent Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday morning, to which I have received zero responses. I know y'all aren't dead because you had the time to loosen the COVID guidelines to which all students and employees must adhere to. Now the teachers came come to school, post close contact, with asymptomatic COVID and potentially spread it to all the unvaccinated children. This seems like a solid strategy based on a complete misunderstanding of the incubation period of Covid-19.</span></p><div><span style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I was saying, 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.</span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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 returns in my job as a CPA. I’d get fired. </span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Please don’t let your pride interfere with morality. It’s time to do the right thing. Even the Douglas County School Board made the call at the 11th hour to mandate masks for their school children and follow the Cobb and Douglas Public Health Department guidelines. We are officially the LAST metro Atlanta school system standing firm on a decision based on dated information. Let’s not die on this hill, literally. It's not too late. We will applaud you for your common sense and bravery. </span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Again, it is with fear and dread, and not an ounce of happiness, that I (for the fourth day) send my sweet and anxious children to Middle School this morning. How can I keep them safe? I have to rely on other parents to do the right thing, and based on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday only about 1/3 of my kids' peers had parents that are concerned with community health and spread. And that is incredibly frightening.</span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I've taken up knitting while I await your response. I figured I may be here a hot minute. Side note, do you like scarves?<br /></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thank you for reading.</span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mrs. Yoy</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">P.S. “They are more concerned about getting re-elected than they are about the health of me and my friends.” - 12 year-old middle school student, Big E. Even a child can understand what is happening here. </span></div></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-63755482669414204672021-08-25T08:56:00.004-04:002021-08-25T09:04:46.828-04:00Happy Third Day of School (E-mail sent on August 4th, 2021)<p><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228; font-family: verdana;">Good morning from East Cobb! I am following up on an email I sent Monday and Tuesday morning, to which I have received zero responses. I'm becoming very concerned that the school board's e-mail server is down. This could be the only logical reason that I haven't heard back from any one of you. </span></p><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-family: verdana;">As I was saying, 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.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">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 returns in my job as a CPA. I’d get fired. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Please don’t let your pride interfere with morality. It’s time to do the right thing. Even the Douglas County School Board made the call at the 11th hour to mandate masks for their school children and follow the Cobb and Douglas Department of Health guidelines. It's not too late. We will applaud you for your common sense and bravery. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Again, it is with fear and dread, and not an ounce of happiness, that I (for the third day) send my sweet and anxious children to Middle School this morning. How can I keep them safe? I have to rely on other parents to do the right thing, and based on Monday and Tuesday, only about 1/3 of my kids' peers had parents that are concerned with community health and spread. And that is incredibly frightening.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the meantime, I will keep myself occupied chatting with Chris Jose, from WSB news. He will be visiting me at 10:30AM for an on-camera interview regarding the negligence of the Cobb County School Board, specifically the members to whom this email is addressed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thank you for reading. I eagerly await your response. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mrs. Yoy</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: verdana;">P.S. “They are more concerned about getting re-elected than they are about the health of me and my friends.” - 12 year-old middle school student, Big E. Even a child can understand what is happening here. </span></div></div>Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-56871922865786123952021-08-25T08:53:00.000-04:002021-08-25T08:53:36.769-04:00Happy Second Day of School (E-mail sent on August 3, 2021)<p><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Good morning from East Cobb! I am following up on an email I sent yesterday morning, to which I received zero responses. </span></span></p><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span></span><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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 returns in my job as a CPA. I’d get fired. </span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Please don’t let your pride interfere with morality. It’s time to do the right thing. We will applaud you for your common sense and bravery. </span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the meantime, it is with fear and dread, and not an ounce of happiness, that I (again) send my sweet and anxious children to Middle School this morning. How can I keep them safe? I have to rely on other parents to do the right thing, and based on yesterday, only about 1/3 of the my kids' peers had parents that are concerned with community health and spread. And that is incredibly frightening.</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thank you for reading. I eagerly await your response. </span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mrs. Yoy</span></span></div>Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-87717817451170512422021-08-25T08:42:00.000-04:002021-08-25T08:42:36.730-04:00Letters to the Superintendent and Cobb County School Board<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>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.</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! (E-mail sent on August 2, 2021)</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Good morning from East Cobb! 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.</span></span></p><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In case you wanted to know, I also can see the future. And in two weeks when we are all at home, virtual again with sick kids, teachers, and 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.</span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Look, we all make judgment mistakes. We all have a crazy family member spreading conspiracy theories. But we don’t let these people/internet comment sections guide our work decisions. Gosh, I can’t imagine if I let my dad’s view of our tax system guide how I prepared tax returns in my job as a CPA. I’d get fired. </span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Please don’t let your pride interfere with morality. It’s time to do the right thing. We will applaud you for your common sense and bravery. </span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I’m the meantime, it is with fear and dread, and not an ounce of happiness, that I send my sweet and anxious children to Middle School this morning. How can I keep them safe? I have to rely on other parents to do the right thing. And that is incredible frightening.</span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thank you for reading.</span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(29, 34, 40); color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mrs. Yoy</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSVk3P1Al3eOpYCvDDGA0VcKoPRUOk6Pe_Tei5r6rrCvEgxgbMELFx7RHYhdtEyJQUOVzy8to_nivqzLyQuOq1NMj05iB02OCw6iRxEhXIo-hF2auLpBsl2lOho0b_dM1jBhWTYXyqlnSn/s2048/3EAEB662-EF65-4430-A435-930960F02195.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSVk3P1Al3eOpYCvDDGA0VcKoPRUOk6Pe_Tei5r6rrCvEgxgbMELFx7RHYhdtEyJQUOVzy8to_nivqzLyQuOq1NMj05iB02OCw6iRxEhXIo-hF2auLpBsl2lOho0b_dM1jBhWTYXyqlnSn/s320/3EAEB662-EF65-4430-A435-930960F02195.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b>A visual of what I'm working with here...</b></p>Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-10430701897845783752020-05-20T21:58:00.002-04:002020-05-20T21:58:49.347-04:00May 20th. 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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. <b style="text-align: center;"><i>DOES THIS THING COME WITH AN OWNER'S MANUAL?</i></b><br />
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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He turned to look at me. I tried to play it cool. <i><b>YOU CAN LEAVE NOW.</b></i></div>
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Normally that would have hurt my feelings, but I'm so raw from everything, that I just numbly walked away to clean up the kitchen. </div>
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Big E suited up in his cap and gown, and we headed over to school for his 5th grade parade. The parade was just what he needed to get him over the funk. He mentioned to me when he was watching the 5th grade video earlier, that he remembered every year coming into the school and seeing the 5th graders gathered in the cafeteria for their send-off breakfast. He had been so excited for his, but it never happened. This was WAY COOLER.</div>
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He was able to see all of his teachers. They cheered him on and sprayed him with water and silly string. Glitter bombs were going off left and right. There were balloons and signs and the Black Eyed Peas. Everyone yelled his name as we drove by.<br />
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I felt such relief that this event was giving us all the closure we so strongly desired. The relief. The grief. The love. The enormity of everything, I was choking back tears. But I lost my composure when we saw his third grade teacher, a woman who he dearly loves and would easily go and live with if that were a legitimate option.<br />
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When we finally exited the parade route, Big E looked at me with such a wide grin on his face and said THAT WAS AWESOME! LET'S DO IT AGAIN!</div>
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As much as I enjoy a quick repeat ride, Mr. Yoy and I once went on the Little Mermaid ride like four times in the span of 30 minutes one evening, right before the park closed, this was a one-time cruise down memory lane, or is it is now called Janky Way. But that's a different story for a different day.</div>
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We left school to pick-up a celebratory lunch of fast food. Big E chose Wendy's. And so did everyone else in East Cobb. We tried all the fast food drive-thrus before Mr. Yoy had to get back for a call. </div>
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After Mr. Yoy's call, we FaceTimed with Little E in Orlando. He gave us a run down of all the junk he was eating and all the minutes he had spent in the swimming pool. I miss his angelic face, but I do not miss the constant fighting and wrestling. I'm not continuously pushing the couch back to where it lives and picking up my decorative pillows from all corners of the first floor. Sometimes the bathroom. GAG.</div>
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A neighbor had organized a Kona Ice Truck to come around 4:30PM. A perfect way to kick off summer. Except our start to summer was eerily reminiscent of last year's Halloween when we all froze to death. But these kids have been through so much, a little touch of Winter was not going to keep them away from shaved ice.</div>
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Their sweet bus driver stopped by to say hello to everyone and wish the 5th graders well. It was definitely a celebrity sighting for the kiddos. Everyone loves Mr. Bob. And so do I. Because he never kicked Big E off the bus, even though I received two or three or maybe four calls from him regarding Big E's affinity for the F bomb. </div>
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Things have been spooky quiet around here. Mr. Yoy drove Little E to Orlando on Saturday to spend some quality time with his Grandpop. Big E went along for the drive. Do you know what this meant, folks?<br />
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I HAD 36 HOURS ALONE IN MY HOUSE. I REPEAT. ALONE. IN. MY. HOUSE.<br />
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It took this break for me to finally feel how tightly wound I've been. The stress, slowly seeping into my bones, my soul over the past eight (nine?) weeks briefly left my body. I took a bath. I went for a long walk with a friend. I had a driveway hang with some friends from my Israel trip. I ate what I wanted, when I wanted. I read UNTAMED by Glennon. I slept. Really slept. I thanked Mr. Yoy for giving me this gift. Because it was such a gift.<br />
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Mr. Yoy and Big E arrived back on Sunday night. Halfway through their drive, they found a golden doodle breeder and tried to convince me that this was what our family needed. I took a look at our blind, deaf, toothless poodle and knew that a puppy would be the kiss of death for her.<br />
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LET US KNOW RIGHT NOW BEFORE WE PASS THE EXIT! YOU HAVE TWO MILES TO DECIDE...<br />
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The Yoysers are nothing if not completely impulsive. But you all know that poodles are my ride-or-die and the next dog that lives in my house will look more like this:<br />
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I like my dogs crazy and I'd never dare cut that personality trait with the sweetness of a retriever or a lab.<br />
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But even more likely, the next dog that resides in my house will be a hot dog.<br />
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With Little E gone and schoolwork done, there really hasn't been anything to fight about. Which is nice.<br />
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We were in the middle of playing a cutthroat game of Sorry when I received two texts.<br />
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DID YOU GET THE EMAIL? - Friend from SoFlo<br />
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WELP, THERE IT IS. - Mr. Yoy<br />
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I didn't even have to check my email. I knew what had happened.<br />
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SLEEPAWAY CAMP. HOME TO ALL MY FAVORITE MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD. MY KIDS' SUMMER HAVEN. THEY HAD TRIED THEIR HARDEST. BUT IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE. CANCELED.<br />
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Big E burst into tears. So did I.<br />
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We had been teetering on the edge of the expanse of a wide-open summer and we had just fallen in. The bottom was jarring. I tried to talk to Big E about what summer would look like. His suggestion was video games from sunrise until bedtime. This idea made me sick to my stomach.<br />
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We have never NOT done camp. Even when it was just a local day camp. Camps are key to keeping my kids off their electronics. I know I should be this key, but I get worn down. And tired. I'm going to need to figure this out and am taking suggestions...<br />
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I spent a lot of the afternoon moping around. I'm just sad. I cried to a neighbor or two. I felt a little better. My friend wisely pointed out that we are all in this together. And we will make it, together.<br />
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We are at the digital learning finish line. No one was murdered. But words were said and feelings were hurt and hopefully we can now go forward into the unknown of the nothingness of the upcoming summer, and forget all about the struggles of digital learning.<br />
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Thursday was a good day in the Yoyser household. I logged onto a Zoom call about the Neflix show, Unorthodox, hosted by my friend and her cohorts at the AJFF. She interviewed on the of the actors and the director. I might need to rewatch the show now.<br />
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I came out of my zoom call to find all my buddies waiting for me on the counter: empty bags of food and empty wrappers. I'm going to miss these guys when my kids finally leave the house and move their trail of destruction elsewhere.<br />
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Big E finally decided to begin working on his last project of the school year. He had to pick a career that interested him, research it, and create a power point presentation. He snuck off to the dining room floor to work on it, because he was tired of me nagging him. I was tired of nagging him, too.</div>
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Big E made it through most of the presentation but held off on sending it until Friday. His goal in life is to turn things in at the last possible moment. It's a trait of his that I hope will serve him well one day. Today is not that day.<br />
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Hungry from all his thinking, Big E grabbed this second (or possibly third) fig bar of the day. His gallery of loose teeth were no match for this chewy goodness. Out one came. As previously discussed, this is the part of motherhood where I run away and lock myself in the bathroom. I don't want to look at the gaping hole in your mouth. I don't want to look at the blood trickling down your chin. I just want to vomit. That is all. Leave me alone. </div>
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We ordered in dinner and then I went into the office to logon to the Indigo Girls Facebook live concert. They were playing Rites of Passage in its entirety and I was in heaven. One by one, my family began to trickle in. Big E sat on my lap, which he never does. Little E came over to peer at the screen. Mr. Yoy came in.</div>
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I rolled directly from the concert onto a Zoom call with my Synagogue. When I finally emerged from the office, it was 9:45. The boys were on the couch. Not showered. Zombies. I asked them to turn everything off and head upstairs. It took a minute, but they finally made it.</div>
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They got cleaned up, changed into their jammies, and were ready for tuck-in. Little E went running and leapt into his bed. Unfortunately for him, his older brother had a played a nasty trick on him. He had put a hard cover book inside his pillow case, so Little E slammed his head against it. Tears. So. Many. Tears. I looked at the clock. It was 10:25PM. My one wish in life was for sleep. I had almost made it through this day. I was so close to crawling into bed and pretend reading for like 43 seconds before I passed out. But it was not to be so. Big E had other, malicious plans. I whispered DICK under my breath and went to go and deal with him. Little E calmed down and went to sleep.</div>
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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.<br />
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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 my emotions into an appropriate level THANK YOU.<br />
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We were told to bring a wagon if we had one. I've <b><i>seen</i></b> those wagons. Pulled around by families with sporty sons who own and use multiple bats in little league and/or organized families heading to the beach. We are more of a carry more than our backs will physically allow and make 32 trips to the car kind of family. <br />
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If I had really been on my A-game, I would have dragged Mr. Yoy with me. But my brain is atrophying and I left him sleeping soundly in bed. I'm strong, I told myself, I can handle this. As I leaned over to grab Big E's bag, I noticed an obscene amount of extra books. Books he must have been secretly shuttling to school each morning. It was like picking up a dead body. Cool, cool. On to Little E's class I went. He had an equally as large bag. I took a deep breath, leaned down and did my best CrossFit-inspired dead lift. Ok, I've got this. I began to regret the sweatshirt I had thrown on this morning. There was a lot of sweat happening in places it shouldn't be happening.<br />
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I slowly walked towards the gym where I would then try and find their yearbooks. I managed with the help of the Principal and waddled out the door. As the sun hit my face, I realized that I had parked in the absolute worst spot. I had an expanse of parking lot asphalt to cover, dragging these two body bags and slippery yearbooks.<br />
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MERCY! I dropped one bag as I exited the gym and walked to the car with the other. And back I went. It was like a Biggest Loser challenge except I didn't win any fun prizes like scale immunity.<br />
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I did pick up something else of interest at school. Little E's teacher aged him to 100 and he had to write about what he had accomplished in his life. He missed out on the opportunity to mention he still had all his hair at 100. In real life, he definitely did not inherit a good hair gene from either side of his family. Mr. Yoy and I will both be bald by 50.</div>
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New for this week on the home front, both boys have loose teeth. Loose teeth are extremely high on my scale of things that make me want to vomit. I don't know why, it just sets me off. They use every opportunity to wiggle them at me with their tongues. They are like bouys, bobbing around in their mouths. It's not helping my effectiveness as their school teacher, when I prefer to talk to them with my back to them.</div>
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Also new on the home front is Mr. Yoy. He's been working from home all week. Perks include freshly baked Krispy Kreme donuts.</div>
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There are four of us, five including the poodle. Unsure why Mr. Yoy ordered us 24 donuts. He said they were for his "new co-workers" which I suppose is code for family. Maybe he was counting all the neighborhood kids who congregate in our backyard.</div>
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Another perk of having Mr. Yoy around. He cleaned out the freezer and has been going through its innards, making meals of what we have squirreled away in there (besides the obscene amount of riced cauliflower). </div>
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He sings 80s hairband music while competing in his very own chopped episode. It's very endearing.<br />
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It's all been very tasty and I'm so relieved to not have to prepare any meals. Pulling out Lunchables and peeling back the top can be very fatiguing for me.<br />
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<br />Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-8703999605927876622020-05-12T18:42:00.000-04:002020-05-12T18:42:31.434-04:00May 12th. Day 57.Day 57.<br />
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We have entered our final week of digital learning. On one hand, I'm relieved. I will no longer have massive battles with my children over doing 20 minutes of Moby Max on a daily basis. I will miss all the cleaver, loving phrases they shout at me and all the amazing excuses as to why they are unable to do their work. Now. Or Ever.<br />
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<b>9AM WAKE UP</b><br />
<b>9:01AM-10:00PM WATCH TV, PLAY NINTENDO SWITCH, PLAY COMPUTER GAMES**</b><br />
<b>10:00PM-11:00PM TOSS AND TURN DUE TO INABILITY TO FALL ASLEEP BECAUSE OF SCRAMBLED BRAIN</b><br />
<b>11:00PM-9AM HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT ANIMAL CROSSING AND SUPER MARIO BROTHERS</b><br />
<b>9AM REPEAT</b><br />
<b>**SNACKING INTERSPERSED THROUGHOUT DAY. NO MEALS SERVED. ONLY CRACKERS</b><br />
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Mr. Yoy has been working from home this week. Little E likes to work in the same room with him. There is a significant drop in back-talking when Mr. Yoy is around and this seems to be the only way I can get Little E to do his work without resistance.<br />
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Yesterday, Big E's teacher surprised him with a sign drop-off and a lovely note written on the back. Plus candy. Good thing Big E dressed up for the occasion with his fancy day pajamas. In fact, he had his Hugh Hefner robe on most of the day, but took it off to go outside. We ran into his 4th grade teacher the day before, late in the afternoon, and she called him out on his pajamas. But I think this is one of those things that will last way beyond quarantine. Pajama fashion. We all dipped our toes in the pool with athleisure, but the quarantine pajama phenomenon is next level. We may never wear real clothes again. </div>
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Today in the middle of my Education Committee call, Big E came into the office. He had a very serious look on his face. He cupped his hands around my ears to deliver a seemingly very important message. Probably from his dad, who was on his own call upstairs.</div>
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And then he was gone. I tried to stifle a laugh. First of all, I wanted to know who gave my kid weed. I looked at my committee cohorts. None of them had weirdos creeping into their office to death whisper random phrases into their ears. His hot, goldfish breath still lingering in my space. </div>
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The rest of my day alternated between straightening up the pantry and finding all the Yoyser greatest hits such as:</div>
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And, non-stop wrestling. There was pillow throwing. Chair dragging. Head-butting. All while it was 72 and sunny with the gas fireplace cranking the whole time. </div>
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It's dinner time. Mr. Yoy just rolled downstairs, poking around about dinner. I'm hiding in here writing. It sounds like he's pulling everything out of the freezer, so it will be turkey meatballs, uncrustables, and thin mints for dinner. Two thumbs up from this girl. </div>
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Greetings from Georgia, the state too busy to hate. {cough}</div>
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After reading all of the articles about Ahmaud Arbery's cold-blooded, racist-inspired murder, I decided to get my butt out of bed and join the #runwithmaud movement. Except I didn't run. My bladder is mad at me for birthing two babies. I walked. And thought about Ahmaud and his family. Killed for being who he was. I do not accept that this is where we are in 2020. How are there people like this still living in our country? In my state? How can you live your life with that amount of hate eating at your soul? I will never understand. </div>
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I thought about my adopted home state. There is no hate crime law on the books, not for not trying. It speaks volumes about who is running our state. Today. Yes, TODAY. It finally passed the house (96-64). Maybe this will be the catalyst for finally seeing some change in passing this law. </div>
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Out on my walk, I noticed an absurd amount of Canadian geese on chimneys and rooftops. I'm sure they are headed back North like all the other snow birds, but I could do without their feces all over the sidewalk. </div>
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<b>CONFESSION: I'M VERY AFRAID OF BIRDS. I'M SURE THESE GUYS WOULD PECK MY EYES OUT IF GIVEN THE CHANCE.</b></div>
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Upon my return, I joined the Yoysers, sacked out on the couch, playing Minecraft. I noticed an email from the Breman about a live lecture happening in a few minutes. It was about the history of the Jews in colonial Georgia. We were all in. We learned that the first Jewish families here were Sephardic from Spain and Portugal. They became fur and hide traders here. During the Spanish American war, they left Savannah and headed North as they were fearful of the Spanish. The Jews worried the Spaniards would immediately kill them based on the treatment of the Jews in Spain, probably the reason they got the hell out in the first place. Many of them intermarried with the Creek Indians, which helped them further their trading empires. </div>
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Schoolwork is technically done on Thursdays, but the Yoysers motivation level on a scale from 1 to ten is (245,754). So there was still some schoolwork lingering on Friday. Little E had a class talent show at 1PM. If you know us, you know there is very little talent happening here. Unless you count armpit farts and the world's longest burp. But we do have this sweet keyboard that self plays all sorts of music. You just have to press the keys and you are off to the races. Little E faux played Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star for his class. I'm like 99% sure his teacher was on to him, but she played along.</div>
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We interrupt your currently scheduled reading of the blog for a left-opened bag of Goldfish break.</div>
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Big E finally began working on his speech in favor of The Patriot Act. It was assigned first thing Monday morning. It is due today. He waited until 4:45PM to turn it in. I think he just wanted to mess with me. I don't operate like this and I struggle with being cool with this type of work ethic. </div>
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Between harassing Big E to finish up his work and closing stale snacks in the pantry, I found time to finally finish this 2,000 piece puzzle. I started this puzzle in February 2019. I tried to finish it back then, but had to put it back in the box because we needed the table for Passover Seder 2019. I took it back out at the start of quarantine and had to start from scratch. I did most of the puzzle alone. Little E came in at the end to finish up. All the glory, none of the frustration. <b> </b></div>
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<br />Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-17283513955924311952020-05-06T20:06:00.002-04:002020-05-06T20:06:59.281-04:00May 6th. Day 51Day 51<br />
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Today I'm celebrating 31 years since my Bat Mitzvah. Nothing says 80s Bat Mitzvah like the perfect combo of big hair, Tone Loc, and my grandma's Mah Jong group. I tried to dig up a picture, because my TWO dresses were nothing short of amazing.<br />
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The day begun with Big E refusing to do any schoolwork...yet. He did have a 9AM zoom call with his class, but after that strenuous screen time, he was burnt out. I was feeling frustrated by his unwillingness to participate in school, so we played a game of Wall Scrabble. He could work on his vocabulary and I could work on beating his a**. I play a LOT of Words with Friends. This kid didn't stand a chance.<br />
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After my dominating performance, he was ready to do some math. And it was one of my favorites....GRAPHING COORDINATES. Nerd alert, I know, but I love this stuff.</div>
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For lunch, Big E asked me to watch a video with him. He had already watched it for his weekly assignment, but he wanted me to see it. It was about all the Birmingham area African American school children, who in 1963, were arrested (repeatedly), hosed, and beaten in their fight to have equal rights and desegregation in the South. Their crime...marching without a permit. The Birmingham police arrested thousands of young children...like five and six year olds! It was fascinating and amazing and heartbreaking. We had a nice chat afterwards. Even young kids could be agents for change. We related it to Parkland and how the students from that school took action after their school was shot up.</div>
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After our civil rights history lesson, we went outside to enjoy this Spring Georgia day. We were able to observe all four seasons in about three hours. And also hurricane season. I did my best Jim Cantore impression as I walked/leaned into the wind. Big E fought a valiant nerf war.</div>
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The day ended with a bunch of black birds in my backyard. It was very comforting and not a bad omen at all about what tomorrow will bring. </div>
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<br />Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-34581452889742476852020-05-05T20:01:00.000-04:002020-05-05T20:01:22.885-04:00May 5th. Day 50.Day 50.<br />
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In honor of our 50th day in quarantine, I had the boys dress up as middle-aged, semi-balding, mid-level managers who hate their jobs, wives, and kids.<br />
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The days are flying by and I feel like I'm living inside of Einstein's Theory of Relativity. I have been in this house with my kids for a mere 50 days and also fifteen years have passed.<br />
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I've been told it's a Tuesday. Taco Tuesday. Cinco de Mayo...whatever y'all celebrate. In honor of this esteemed holiday, I microwaved a plate of chips, cheese, and days old ground beef and served it to my kids. Voila!<br />
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<b>TODAY'S DR. YOU TUBE'S LECTURE, THE MEXICAN WAR OF INDEPENDENCE. </b></div>
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I, in turn, ate a plate of vegetables, as I'm trying to whittle off this quarantine weight. Now that we are no longer required to shelter in place, people besides my neighbors will get to see just how much crap I've been ingesting. <br />
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Homeschool has been decaying week by week. Either my kids are getting more efficient or they are doing jack crap. They blow through their school work in about 45 minutes flat. It's concerning.<br />
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Hand to g-d, Big E's assignment was to select a household item to represent this poor family in the book he is reading for ELA. He literally sat on the toilet, looked over, and grabbed the first thing he saw. This.<br />
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He turned this into his teacher, much to my dismay. And this is also the story of how Big E was placed into middle school remedial ELA.<br />
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I've tried to find things to entertain their minds. I'm digging so deep. I even pulled Lin Manuel Miranda out of my bag of tricks. He taught an AP American History lecture on Friday.<br />
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Unfortunately comments were disabled so I was not able to profess my love for his genius. I did learn that he was once a substitute teacher, while he was writing In The Heights. Big E watched for about 20 minutes, but then he was done. I fear this quarantine is destroying his ability to focus.<br />
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He did perk up when I allowed him to download DEMOCRACY 3. He's running his own country. He talks to me about unemployment, healthcare, GDP, and inflation. Generally, I hate all video games, but I feel like this might actually be helping him learn about government and policy.<br />
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<b>REMEMBER THIS FOR WHEN HE RUNS FOR PRESIDENT IN 2048. HIS UNEMPLOYMENT AND CRIME RATE ARE AT 0%.</b></div>
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I have noticed a few things as the days drone on. They follow me around the house, from room to room. It is very hard to carve out any time. I wonder if this is some sort of anxiety-induced shadowing syndrome. If this hasn't been invented yet, I just diagnosed them both with it. </div>
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<b>THEY ARE AT MY FEET WHILE I EAT A SNACK AT THE KITCHEN TABLE. THEY ARE NOW DOGS.</b></div>
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<b>JUST SITTING HERE ROWING WHILE LITTLE E TALKS TO ME INCESSANTLY. TRUST ME, IT'S WAY BETTER THAN LISTENING TO MY WORKOUT PLAYLIST. </b></div>
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Also, they are losing muscle tone at an alarming rate. Big E is no longer able to close his dresser drawers. It's concerning. Maybe I need to get them on a weight lifting circuit. </div>
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<b>ALL JOKING ASIDE. THIS RIGHT HERE IS WHAT WILL CAUSE ME TO LOSE MY DAMN MIND. YOU READ IT HERE FIRST.</b></div>
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My final note of the night is about pizza. What is this about? It started with a simple "no-crust" policy. But just like everything in my life, you give them an inch, they take a mile. Pretty soon they will take one bite of the slice and be done. At the beginning of quarantine, I would have wolfed both of these down like Kobayashi. </div>
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I had four <b>zoom</b>* calls. (*Mr. Yoy came in while I was writing and asked me to change this to <b>Zoom Platform</b> calls so as not to make their trademark generic).</div>
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I saw so many friends and supportive faces today. </div>
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<b>A ROCK, A STICK, AND A LEAF.</b></div>
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What am I rocking right now? Hmmm...naps, sneaking out for walks, and Zoom Platform calls. I plum wore myself out talking on calls all day and I snuck in a 15 minute nap around 4:30PM. It was perfect. Little E and I rolled downstairs around 6PM to fix dinner. Big E was camped out on the couch watching YouTube videos. Apparently, he wasn't thrilled that we had "invaded his space." What happened next was a 45 minute meltdown over sharing space on our massive leather couch.</div>
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Big E politely asked Little E to go into the other room. His switch was too loud. Little E muted it, but Big E decided it wasn't enough. He wanted him to move off "his" couch. Which is weird, because we were in the family room. The couch we have all laid on for like 12 years. If you've been to my house, you've enjoyed my couch, too. Because it's awesome. But, I complemented Big E on expressing his feelings to his brother. This is an improvement over the immediate beat down. </div>
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Little E was hellbent on staying on that couch. I suggested our sweet green velvet couch in our bedroom for him to satisfy his need to lounge. That was a no. What about the sectional in your playroom? Also a no.</div>
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There was no winning this fight. I built a giant pillow wall between the boys. See Big E, you won't even know he's there...but alas, the wall came down and the fighting continued. </div>
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It ended with everyone crying, including me. Because I tried so hard to keep calm. I prayed out loud for the strength to stay calm. And in the end, I still dropped an "F" bomb on my children. Not like they haven't heard it before, but I still am not proud of myself when I lose my cool. </div>
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I don't think this fight was about the couch. I think this fight was about personal space and exerting some control in what feels like a total out of control situation. I see that now, as I sit here assessing what in the holy hell happened to a pretty chill afternoon. Big E needs to get away from Little E. And vice versa. And I need a break from both of them.</div>
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The boys were fine within 10 minutes of Big E cooling off. We had dinner and they kept asking why I wasn't talking. Let this be their first of many lessons of dealing with women. It takes longer than three seconds to get over arguments. It just does. They ate their dinners and went about their evening. I snuck out for a second walk. I had to cool off. I ran into a neighbor and we both vented about our kids. It was so helpful. Probably more than she knew.</div>
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What do I want to stick around after we are sprung from quarantine? Playing with my kids. I've played so much with my kids over the past seven weeks. Badminton, chalk, Sushi Go! They are actually pretty fun when they are not zombie tablet children.</div>
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Beyond my kids, I've been able to talk to friends I haven't talked to, like really talked to, in so long. My to-do list is normally all consuming. I don't think it has to be that way, and I see that now.</div>
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My phone is already in my hand. Instead of reading celebrity news on People, I can call a friend. I will get so much more out of it. I mean, how many pictures of Reese Witherspoon walking her dog while wearing a mask do I need to see? </div>
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What do I want to "leaf" behind? Homeschooling. Pay the teachers all the damn money, they have earned it. And then some. I was working with Little E today on converting fractions into decimals. Something I can do in my sleep, except I don't know how to <b>teach</b> it to him. I'm using 1980s math, which most of you already know is not = to 2020 math. As I was showing Little E my work and process on paper he started crying.</div>
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He was frustrated. I was frustrated because I couldn't translate my knowledge into a usable format for him. But I did appreciate the "numbers" reference. When Mr. Yoy talks to me about legal issues and I am lost, I usually reply with "MEMOS MEMOS MEMOS!" I think Little E inherited my sense of humor, but that is basically it.</div>
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I love this. I am home. Forcibly hyper-focused on my children. I can let everything fall to shit or I can use this time to make myself a better parent and human. Some days, I can't make anything better. I just can't. But the awareness that I've been granted during this unique situation, is invaluable. </div>
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I had such a great birthday, really I did. So thanks to all my friends and family that made it so.</div>
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But today, today was back to the grind. I snuck out for an early morning walk before the rains came. This was especially challenging because we stayed up (this part might be a little debatable) until after 1AM finishing Ozark. I am so intrigued by this quiet evil nerdy genius.</div>
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<b>And Mr. Yoy and I were dying to find out just how many lives this man could destroy. Spoiler alert: it's everyone's.</b></div>
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I came in from my walk just as Big E was finishing up his class's zoom call. I went to the bathroom and noticed this guy in my bathtub. I'm pretty sure this is some sort of 2020 omen that Hannibal Lecter is going to roll up into East Cobb and eat all our faces off. I mean, things at this point couldn't get any worse...</div>
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<b>Silence of the Lambs ruined moths for me forever. </b></div>
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Big E finished his school work at an alarming rate. We had a <i>mild</i> disagreement about his ELA assignment. He felt it wasn't for him to do. But digging deep to my old, passive-aggressive work skills, I emailed his teacher and CC'd his butt on it. And sure enough. I was right. He was required to do the assignment. He caved and agreed, but then argued that he reads best at night, right before bed, and he refused to do it until later. </div>
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The anticipated afternoon rain began to fall. Hard. Shortly thereafter, the boys saw the river that so often forms in our backyard during a good rain and felt the need to work on the olympic skill of pole vaulting. At first they wanted to build a dam (they always want to build dams, they are like freaking beavers) with my newly installed landscape rocks, but I vetoed the hell out of that idea. So pole vaulting it was!</div>
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They used their sticks they had ripped off the downed tree from last week (our budget for athletic equipment has been slashed so...) to launch themselves over and over. As with every backyard activity, this devolved to mud and sweat and boys. Normally, I would have taken the role of the fun police as soon as the Georgia clay mud entered the equation, but I feel sorry for them. So I let them go wild. And they did, they ran around forever, so I'm counting this as P.E. for the day. CHECK!</div>
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Little E nailed Big E with a swift back kick to the privates, and that was the end of that. And also my future grandchildren.</div>
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The rain is still falling. It's really enhanced the quarantining feeling. I laid in bed this afternoon and fell asleep to Mr. Yoy's trademark phone call. Memos! Memos! Memos! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.</div>
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Now that my new reality has made itself at home, I know how foolish and laughable my request seemed. I've moved onto bigger and better things....like sleep away camp. I'm pretty sure that the worst birthday present I'll ever receive is coming via an email on Friday, May 1st. And it rhymes with "shlamps manceled". </div>
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Today's classroom was brought to you by the hardwood floor, a tufted ottoman and the fireplace. It was only 71 outside and that meant that Big E was cold (gene clearly inherited from me). I suggested they move this party to the large, completely clean kitchen table. Great light, comfy chairs...but, alas.</div>
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We had to read two articles about the Cuban Missile Crisis and the Cold War and then argue who was in the wrong. I suggested Big E do this assignment with Mr. Yoy, a high school national debate champion and winner of every argument we've ever had. Big E looked me square in the face and said very seriously:</div>
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So I spent an hour doing my own homework. Then we had to record it and send it to his teacher. Big E defended the Soviet Union and I took the side of a Floridian not wanting to be bombed off the Earth by nuclear missiles 60 miles away.</div>
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After we finished our assignment, a friend stopped by with a little birthday cookie cake (nom nom) and we took some time to just talk. It was so thoughtful and very needed. </div>
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Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-70807205397050603112020-04-24T16:34:00.001-04:002020-04-24T16:34:40.439-04:00April 23rd. Day 38.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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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. </div>
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<b> 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...</b></div>
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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...<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.</div>
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Three times today I thought it was Thursday. I actually hung up on my mom in a panic because I thought I had forgotten about a call I had at 11:30 on Thursday. I then thought that we were done with schoolwork for the week because it was Thursday. I clearly need to step up on my sudoku games as my brain is decaying inside my head.<br />
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Big E had a Zoom call with his class. He closed himself in the office and I went for a walk. When I came back, the call had just ended. And Big E was holding two rolls of toilet paper. I asked him what they were for but never received a clear answer. Something about flexing all the toilet paper he had. I guess he was bragging to everyone that we did, indeed, have a square to spare. It wasn't until later that his teacher messaged me to ask me about his Zoom toilet paper background. I CANNOT. I have a Zoom call later and I hope all my Poland trip friends will enjoy me floating in and out of a toilet paper background.<br />
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Last night, Mr. Yoy came up with a good project for the boys, especially one that would get them writing. I feel like their little fingers have not gripped a pencil and written anything out in a long time. What if they forgot how to write under my watch? Oh, the horror. Mr. Yoy asked them to write out the schedule for their perfect quarantine day (without electronics). Whichever Yoy came up with the best day, we would do on Saturday.<br />
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<b>BIG E IS LASER FOCUSED ON HIS NINTENDO SWITCH WHICH HE WILL PROBABLY NEVER SEE AGAIN, BASED ON HIS BEHAVIOR. ALSO, HAS HE MET HIS DAD? 8:00 WAKE-UP. GOOD LUCK.</b></div>
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<b>LITTLE E PUT A LITTLE MORE THOUGHT INTO HIS DAY AND CAME UP WITH A PRETTY GOOD PLAN.</b></div>
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School work was done by noon. The boys had a battle over the last lunchable. I made the mistake of replenishing our lunchable stash with "natural" lunchables, which the boys declared are trash (laughable). Little E ate the last regular one. In the office. With the door locked. As Big E cried that he had nothing to eat now. Sigh. Drama. </div>
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After everyone calmed down, Little E unlocked himself from the office and we walked up to our mailboxes to retrieve the mail. We had two interesting pieces come in today, both asking for money. I told Little E to read the pamphlets and explain to me what these organizations do.</div>
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<b> THERE'S A NEW JERSEY IN ISRAEL? - LITTLE E</b></div>
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One man was in prison for 15 years for protesting his government. We then had a nice civics discussion about the United States. How protesting was a right, as well as freedom of speech, even if you didn't agree with the message. (Government = CHECK)</div>
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Little E spent the afternoon chatting online with his BFF. We played a round of Sushi GO. Even Big E joined us. Little E and I went for another walk, just to get out before the storms roll back in.</div>
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As I sat at the kitchen table, assessing the day, trying to keep things in perspective, I looked down and saw one of Big E's sneakers. The other one is probably under a couch somewhere, never to be seen again. But the point is, he chews up sneakers in about three months. These are from December. My silver lining came in the form of this shoe. I have spent $0 on shoes. $0 on clothes. I'm spending very little money, with the exception of food. I'm saving money. Look at me, I'm saving money. The urge to consume has been curtailed by this whole experience and I'm actually enjoying it. </div>
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Here in Georgia, we are getting ready for a soft opening.<br />
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My pedicure from my recent trip to Poland has grown almost halfway out. It's truly how I'm keeping track of my time on the inside. But when my nail salon opens on Friday for business, I won't be there. Because in my gut, I have a bad feeling about all this. I think this just about puts the nail in the coffin for our dreams of summer camp happening.<br />
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Little E had a class zoom call at 9AM. He set himself up (EARLY!) at the kitchen island. Big E came by at the sight of a computer and the two of them recorded themselves fake farting and replayed it over and over again. Everyone found great humor in this, except me. How can two seemingly intelligent children also spend time doing this?<br />
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We moved up to the playroom to work. Big E and I read from his World War II Atlas. Today, I learned that during the war, Germany sent over a bunch of submarines and sunk the sh*t out of our merchant ships. Look at all the red dots! They were off the coast of Georgia! What?!</div>
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The boys did some work on their computers, there was a stupid fight between them that ended with Big E turning off Little E's computer in the middle of an assignment, just to be nasty, and loads of screaming. He earned himself some additional Switch time-out, which he brushed off. This is key to remember as it comes back to haunt me later.</div>
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In the midst of cleaning, Little E rediscovered his microscope. Frog blood and fly legs weren't enough. He wanted to make more slides so he brought everything downstairs and began ripping leaves off of plants and petals off of roses. He tried to make a slide with blue dye. Unfortunately, the only thing he dyed was my new kitchen table. I tried to remain calm, as he WAS learning. </div>
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But today's main event, was at dinner. Big E had a Hebrew call with our Rabbi a few minutes earlier, and I felt he was being disrespectful. Big E disagreed. I then watched him slam the back door mere moments before the poodle tried to walk in the house causing her to walk straight into the glass. It was mean spirited. I brought up his tacked-on Switch grounding and he lost it.</div>
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YOU DON'T LOVE ME! WHY WOULD YOU TAKE MY SWITCH FROM ME! I'M BORED AND THAT'S WHY I'M DOING THESE THINGS TO EVERYONE!</div>
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This replayed on a loop for almost an hour. But I'm here for my medal. I didn't raise my voice AT ALL. (Even though I wanted to put my head through the drywall)! I remained totally calm. I was so proud of myself. He asked me the same question over and over again. He argued. He used all of his inherited lawyer tactics. But I stayed true to the course. I do think it's the screen addiction talking and causing these emotional outbursts. Coupled with the quarantine. Really, it was a perfect cocktail of real, raw emotions. </div>
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I finally got him to calm down. Just in time for my Synagogue board call. I even made it through my meeting without any interruptions, which is an act of g-d. I'm pretty sure the two rabbis on the call had a little something to do with it...</div>
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<br />Mrs. Yoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08591036756237652708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656631919146638572.post-60845745082218110542020-04-20T22:03:00.002-04:002020-04-20T22:03:40.559-04:00April 20th. Day 35.Hi there. Long time, no write.<br />
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The weekend was a blur. Today was a blur.<br />
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To be honest, I can't recall if my kids did any schoolwork on Friday. It was 43 years ago and I don't know how you expect me to remember that. I do remember that I got down to work...<br />
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After Marie Kondo-ing the hell out of my spice cabinet at the beginning of 2019, it took approximately 15 months for it to go from alphabetical, unexpired spices to WHERE THE HELL IS THE SALT AND WHY IS THIS BOTTLE STICKY? Things are now back in their rightful places and in a commitment to keeping things neat and orderly, I will no longer be cooking.<br />
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In the midst of my organizing, I baked this amazing chocolate cherry challah for shabbat. It was like cake. My cousin suggested icing, but that's blasphemous! Even more blasphemous, Big E. He doesn't like bread, even my homemade challahs. It's like he's constantly carb counting. even though he weighs 65 pounds. Quarantining with him is like eating lunch with your Weight Watchers leader. </div>
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After having shabbat dinner, the Yoys went upstairs to get cleaned up for bed. They found, tucked away in our bedroom TV cabinet their Switches. Hidden for the past week due to excessive punching. I heard Big E gasp when he opened the cabinet. He had found the treasure trove of electronics. He whispered something to Little E about their gaming systems. I smiled as I saw them smile. They thought they would sneak them out at a later time. Clearly they had forgotten who their parents were. Once they were tucked in, Mr. Yoy took out the post-it notes and hung B-U-S-T-E-D from the cabinet shelf. </div>
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The next morning, the boys snuck in while we were asleep to claim their prize. But alas, we had left them a little something. Not to be outdone, Little E rearranged the letters to let us know what he really thought of us moving his Switch. BE DUST.</div>
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Saturday morning we had an hour Shabbat call with the boys' Sunday School. They started with pilates and mindfulness. Big E wanted me to participate alongside him. I agreed, but first had him move off the desk. It didn't seem like the best place to get his stretch on. I will say this, I am so sore. And I basically just stretched. Re-entry into the real world will be hard. </div>
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After the peacefulness of Shabbat, Big E moved onto war strategy Saturday. I thought LEGOs were bad. But that was before I had met the toy soldier. They are holding guns and bayonets and I always step on them at the optimum puncture angle. </div>
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Big E loves setting up battles using these little foot murderers. But his first love is the world map.<br />
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He uses a dry erase marker to change borders and rename countries. He's basically his own United Nations. Every evening he explains to me what he did on the map. It usually ends with it being Hitler's fault and I think that is a perfect way to go through life. </div>
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Last night I stayed up way too late watching Ozark, but we have made it to Season Three. I knew I had to be up early as the mobile groomer was coming to fix up the poodle. What I didn't know, is that Big E would be standing next to my bed at 6AM, murder whispering.</div>
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And because I was delirious and a little sympathetic because we'd unplugged all the televisions, I dragged my tired butt out of bed and went to Big E's room for a card show. He performed something called Spellcheck, I think. He described it as a crazy math algorithm. I'm just impressed he can say the word "algorithm" at 6AM. My tongue is still fighting with my teeth when I get up this early.</div>
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I never went back to sleep because I was worried about oversleeping the groomer. We got up and the boys started on their schoolwork. Big E began with French. I sat with him and attempted to learn a new language. Although I'm very good at French fries, I'm not so good at French. </div>
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Poodle Yoy finished up at the groomer. Because at her last appointment in March, she became the exorcist, the groomer never made it to her head. She was a hot mess today, so I tranqued her and sent her into the van. Off went all her hair. RIP puffy ears.<br />
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The rest of the day was uneventful. The boys did their work without much resistance. It was windy enough for Little E and me to take the kite out. </div>
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After dinner, they worked on a pulley system that automatically pulled the chairs out from the table. It sort of worked, but mostly scratched up the floors and used up all of our tape. But I will count this as today's Science requirement. </div>
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