The Mrs. Yoy Blog: The Quarantine Coronacles

Today, our local fire station hosted an open house for the neighbors. Mr. Yoy was parked at work all day, so I thought this would be a great way to kill some time. We planned to meet some friends there, but by sheer luck, half of Little E's class showed up.  It quickly graduated from an open house to a house party.  Lucky. For. Them. The kids attacked the fire trucks and for almost two hours they were in heaven. We joked about leaving them and swinging back by in a few hours.  The fire fighters did not find that funny.  Not even a little bit. But they were incredibly gracious and even made burgers and dogs for everyone. While our lazy kids sat in the fire station's new black leather recliners, drank water, and watched Disney on their TV.  I kept expecting someone to bark orders into the kitchen. BRING ME MY FOOD, FIRE FIGHTER RECRUIT! After lunch, everyone made their way back out to the fire trucks for one last hurrah.   If I could read the fire fight

Last night, Mr. Yoy appeared on ESPN2 to discuss the recent Washington Redskins trademark ruling.  As a lifelong sports fan, this was a dream come true for him.   He came home from work around 9:30 and I helped him pick out a tie so that he'd be TV perfect.  No husband of mine was going on national television looking like a schlepper.  He left the house a little after ten.  He was going to be on at 11.   I had fifty minutes to make sure I had properly set the DVR to record.  It took me about one.  I had forty-nine minutes for my nerves to ramp up. Mr. Yoy's nerves are usually cold as ice.  Nothing phases him.  Ever.  It's a quality I wish I possessed and one that I hope my children will inherit from him. Please let me briefly illustrate the difference in our personalities. Mr. Yoy's speech at his brother's wedding: Off the cuff.  No notes.  Nothing.  He gets up there with ease and gives a fabulous and funny speech. Mrs. Yoy's speech at

The frequency of my blog posts has decreased over the past year.  I have heard the rumblings from some of my disgruntled fans. This afternoon, as I ran a few errands with both Yoys in tow, a light bulb went off.  Last August was the first time both of my children were in school full-time, allowing me to go places in public alone.  This significantly cut down on blog worthy stories as I wasn't constantly running out of Costco, Publix, or the mall in an embarrassed hurry. Today was not one of those days.  Today was a classic sh*t show which I will now break down into two parts.  Because so much stuff happened in a span of 60 minutes. PART ONE I took Poodle Yoy to the Petsmart groomers this morning to get her hair done.  I had Little E with me and he's happy as long as we swing by all the animals to say hello.  We were in and out in ten minutes.  I prayed that the dog would be ready by 12:30 so I could swing back and grab her before I had to pick Big E up from camp.  But,

Yesterday I took Little E to his dentist for a six month check-up.  Our pediatric dentist has a flat screen TV on the wall right above the chair to lull your child into a coma while they are poked and prodded. The room was aflutter with nurses and our dentist. WHICH SHOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO WATCH, LITTLE E? And because my son is the most predictable child in the world he asked them to play Thomas the Train.  Shocking, I know.  He didn't take my whispered suggestion of Orange is the New Black.  Boo on him. The familiar Thomas tune began playing.  The one that haunts my fitful dreams. I watched as Little E's face went from smiling to chaos. The nurse had queued up the Thomas Christmas episode. I try to steer clear of all the Christmas episodes of their favorite cartoons.  I'm slowly introducing them to the idea that they are different from most people and do not celebrate the most amazing, awesome holiday that ever existed.  It can be a hard pill to swallow for a

As I sit down to write this entry, I'm still a little unsure how this all came to be. We returned from swim lessons around 5:10.  I told the boys I was running upstairs to throw the towels and swimsuits in the wash and then I'd get started on dinner. In the two minutes I was upstairs, Big E went into the fridge and opened gogurts for him and Little E.  They were sucking away when I came downstairs. I SEE YOU DECIDED TO EAT YOUR DESSERT BEFORE DINNER TONIGHT.  THAT'S FINE. I was annoyed that they decided to help themselves to a snack 23 seconds before I began preparing dinner.  But I thought I handled it well.  And let's face it, gogurts have more than enough sugar to constitute a dessert.  Big E would emphatically disagree. NO MOM, I WANT A STRAWBERRY BAR FOR DESSERT. I explained that had he waited, he would have had one, but now he was welcome to finish the opened gogurt.  He didn't want it.  He wanted a popsicle. I calmly explained that gogurts cost

Friday afternoon we gathered for Little E's end of the school year program. His class performed many songs, including one of my favorites, Here Comes The Sun. Big E was tasked with watching.  Not performing.  Not participating.  Just good old fashioned watching. This blew his mind.  This was the first time Little E was doing something without his big brother and it was a tough pill for Big E to swallow. Going into the performance, I would say Little E knew about 55% of the words to the five songs they were performing.  But hey, he's not yet four, so I think that's great! He was smiling and excited to be performing with his class.  I thought Little E did a phenomenal job. As his mother, I know I am obliged to say that, but I also felt that deep in my soul.  Especially as he shouted out amazing little nuggets in the midst of song such as: MOM, THIS IS TOO HARD FOR ME! To Big E, this was not acceptable. Mid performance, Big E walked up to the stage, not once, n

This morning I hit up Babies R Us for a few necessary items for our upcoming trip. After many trips to the toy store which ended in both Yoys laid out on the floor, tantruming over something as irrelevant as a fan that also happens to hold 12 stale M&Ms, I wisely chose to run this errand without my children. I hopped out of my car, humming whatever song was just on the radio.  A few cars away from me was a mother.  She had the gate lifted on her SUV.  In one hand was her adorable baby.  In the other, she was attempting to fold a hulking double stroller. If you have never had to fold and lift a double stroller, it's like dead lifting 100 lbs of metal and cheerios.  It is awkward and horrible. I quickened my pace. CAN I HELP WITH YOU SOMETHING? She looked up with what I like to call crazy mom eyes. Her toddler was in the backseat screaming.  Her baby was fussing.  It was hot. She was panicking. YES!  CAN YOU HOLD MY BABY, PLEASE? I definitely got the better deal