Jon and I took off for Cancun on Wednesday a couple of weeks ago. It was a nail-biter prior to Wednesday morning at 5:30 am when we took off for the airport. I got a leg infection on Sunday afternoon – thought it may be a hernia since my left thigh and groin were swollen and red. I went to the ER on Sunday morning to ensure it was not a hernia and discovered it was an infection. Luckily, antibiotics kicked in quickly and I felt better by Tuesday morning. Then it was Jon’s turn to give us a scare. He came home on Tuesday night feeling nasty with a headache, stomach ache and slight fever. He never got his flu shot this year, and he felt like it was the flu coming on strong. We packed our bags up on Tuesday night but in the back of both of our heads we were thinking that the trip would likely be cancelled.
Wednesday morning came and Jon got up from the bed to get his alarm at 4:45 am. He still felt achey and his stomach hurt but no fever. It was quite the dilemma at that time of the morning – my body had no desire to get out of bed and the fatigue overwhelmed the senses, which were screaming to get out of the 9 degree weather to sunny Cancun! Jon and I waited until the last-minute to decide to go; called Maggie to come over and get Maria to school, and headed out to the airport. Seven hours later we were in 79 degree weather staring out at the ocean.
We had a marvelous time between playing in the ocean, zip-lining through the “jungle” , driving ATVs through dirt paths and ankle-high puddles (got my brand new gym-shoes dirty though – ugh!), and swimming in a cavernous pool of fresh water. The ocean was our favorite – we both love diving into the waves and getting thrown around. We agreed that Spring Break should be at the beach if it is warm enough. Meanwhile, the kiddies were with our beloved parents.
Maria stayed with her Pee-paw and Mama Meg. She got treated to her Uncle Jack’s concert on Friday night and the farm on Saturday and Sunday. She went on two hikes with her Pee-paw, both lasting over two hours. That kills me! I ask her to walk to school a half mile away and she whines the entire way. Something about that gorgeous farm…. It helped that there was ice coating the creek – Maria loves cracking it. Mama Meg played barbies with her (what a saint!) and cooked up some yummy food. Meg is the only relative I know that actually vetoes certain barbies going out to the farm! It seems that she refuses all the sluts and bimbos so I gotta give her a shout out – way to keep Ri real! Mario stayed with Grandma Ionno and Papa Ionno. They spoiled him like mad (as they always do) and he was in heaven. It is his second home up there. He sat on Papa Ionno’s lap one night and ate mini Nutter Butters while they watched basketball. Mama Ionno cooks him whatever he wants, scratches his back softly (Mario scolds me everytime he comes home from Mama
Ionno’s house that I don’t scratch his back as good as Mama Ionno!), rocks him to sleep, and lets him wrestle her. He is the king of the roost in that house, for sure.
I treated Maria and Mario to COSI when we returned from Cancun. We spent 6 hours at that place! They saw geckos, entered a submarine, played in the kids area, changed the weather, and got shocked by electricity (supervised by a real scientist – not a torture device for being bad!). I was pooped, as always, when I got home with them but the kind of pooped that intertwines accomplishment with exhaustion, gulping down life with drop-dead fatigue.