If you’ve been following along on Instagram, you know that my family and I spent a week in Cancun just before Christmas. Although it wasn’t the dramatic weather difference as it would have been last year coming from Canada, it was nonetheless warmer than Houston currently, and it was beautiful. It was our first beachy vacay with the family – if you don’t count beautiful secluded mountain lake beaches – and first resort trip with our kids (second for us, having once gone to Cuba before we had kids way back when I thought I was too fat for a bikini, dummy). It was wonderful to get away, particularly for my kids who have been contending with significant homework and my husband who has been keeping us all afloat with his long hours and hard work. As for me, grief still hits in waves and a little sea sojourn was prescriptive.
God bless my Mexico mentors, my sister Shannon and friend Janelle, who patiently listened as I relentlessly contemplated what to pack. I ended up overpacking, ‘natch, but wore all but one of the dresses and skipped one bathing suit because I felt it gave me a 2-foot backside, sorrynotsorry Modcloth.
Here’s what I wore when I managed to snap a shot:
Outfit photos were not forefront in my mind as two of my kids and I battled a long high fever and terrible cough. I can attest that feeding a cough does not work nor do resort margaritas despite my soldier’s effort at both. It did dampen the experience but we still managed to go snorkeling and generally enjoyed the resort. Of course, I also had my monthly visitor arrive just in time for snorkeling but “no worries” because I was prepared with my Diva Cup!! Don’t know what that is? Well, it’s a menstrual cup, ladies, and it is a great solution IF you can get the hang of it, say, BEFORE you are due to go snorkeling. I literally worked up blood sweat and tears as I tried to get the damn thing in properly. In the end, I whispered to it, do or die, and went on my way.
Thank God it did its job even though I’m not convinced it was positioned properly which led to extensive internal speculation about my body (saggy? surely not. no.) and my, er, dexterity (how deep is deep, what the?). I haven’t given up on the Diva Cup because “nevertheless she persisted” and I have a whole lot more bathing suit time ahead of me here in the South.
I miss the ocean already and am dismayed to find pants a necessity these days in Houston. YOU PROMISED ME NO PANTS!! Jk, that was a wish rather than a promise.