The Mexican Vacation: Part 1

One of the highlights of our trip was a Catamaran tour to Tulum. Here is a picture of the Mayan ruins at Tulum from our Catamaran.


We snorkeled through the coral reef and had lunch on the boat before spending and hour on the beach at Tulum. I wish I could of stayed all day. It was the most beautiful beach I have ever been on. In this picture you can see the catamaran in the background.

Here is Jeff enjoying the water.


Next we took a guided tour of the ruins, which are amazing!

I really enjoyed this tour. The staff was great.


The drinks were flowing.


It was a very relaxing day.

Catamaran tour info: http://www.caribbeansol.com/raiatea/tulum.htm

First Thing's First

I'm still here. Today is my second day back at work. I have been wading through a weeks worth of work and I can almost see the woodgrain of my desk.

I've been catching up on emails. I have failed to call my step-mom as promised to let her know we arrived home safely. I avoided my laptop last night in favor of watching "The Office" while cuddling with my husband. Life after a vacation is hectic. It is a far cry from deciding if the waiter will be visiting my lounge chair soon, or if the swim up bar would be a better option for obtaining the perfect margarita.

Sigh

Five minutes ago I bravely opened my Google Reader to find 568 unread posts. I should feel panicked. I should feel overwhelmed. Instead I feel the intense desire to find out what you all have been up to while I cavorted in Mexico.

I missed you without realizing it.

My blog is going to sit for a couple more days. I have a lot of posts that I want to read. I'm coming to visit you but I may not have time to leave comments. Right now I want to eagerly soak up your words and find out what adventures the last two weeks have brought you.

I'll be back soon.

Mexico was wonderful.

The week I spent with my husband in this paradise was glorious.
It was everything I expected it to be.

Fun
Relaxing
Romantic

It was everything a week with my husband should be.

In all the world there is not another person that I would rather spend my time with.

Every minute.
Every second.
We are in tune.

This man I married 11 years ago is my best friend, and I am his.

I am blessed.
I am in love.
I am grateful.

Countdown

10 days, 6 hours until I wake up before dawn and place my children in a car for a twelve hour car ride to Opa and Nana’s house.

11 days, 5 hours before Jeff and I check into a San Francisco hotel without our kids.

11 days, 15 hours until I hear the sweet sound of a jet plane leaving the runway bound for Cancun with me and my sweetie on board.

12 days, 3 hours before I put on a bikini and make myself comfortable beside the pool at this resort.

My mind is already there. The anticipation of relaxing alone with my husband swims through my every thought. I dream of a sailing a catamaran on a beautiful ocean to the Mayan ruins at Tulum. I can feel the sand of Akumal beach between my toes. I know what I am going to order from the swim up bar at our resort. I am already there.

In so many ways I am prepared. I decided to keep both the bikinis. I’ve managed to lose five of the eight pounds that have been haunting me since the birth of my second child. Yesterday I wore a pair of Ann Taylor cashmere slacks that have been shoved in the “size two, never going to wear those again” section of my closet for too many years. All my efforts are paying off. I am ready for the beach.

What I am not ready for is leaving my children.

A couple months ago I sought advice on a message board. “How do I prepare my children for spending a week without us?” One woman told me to get them excited about what they are going to do while we are gone and not mention where we are going. This shift in focus made a huge difference in our preparations. My children are only aware that starting in ten days they are going to spend a couple of days with each of their grandparents (3 sets in all). My girls, who LOVE sleepovers, are so excited for their vacation to California.

But I am not ready to leave my children.

Jeff and I have written our will. We have decided who will care for our children in case something happens to us. Unfortunately this document is only valid if notarized. It is such a simple task, but it remains undone. I wonder if I am shirking this responsibility because the thought of having a will makes me feel old. I wonder when I turned into a responsible adult. Probably around the same time I turned into a mom, 4 years, 73 days, 4 hours and 35 minutes ago.