The alarm went off at 4 am and T shot out of bed like a cannonball. He was ready to leave for the airport before the hubby and I.
I had been up by 3 am after two hours of sleep. I couldn’t sleep from both excitement and anxiety.
We had booked this family trip to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic back in September.
The thought of a getaway gave me the motivation to get through the ups and downs of the last few months.
When the Omnicron wave hit in December, I gave up hope our trip would happen. Then things started opening up again.
But I didn’t want to celebrate or talk about this trip until our plane landed in fear I’d jinx it from happening.
The week leading up to our trip was a gauntlet. Four busy work days mixed with three medical appointments for my mom and the unexpected curveball of T being sent home with a runny nose and cough Monday morning.
He was asked to stay home from school all week. Not only did it add homeschooling to my already packed week, but the anxiety of missing out on our trip stressed me out.
Thankfully, he was not sick with COVID and his cold went away two days before we left.
Friday was a long travel day and T was off-the-wall excited.
We arrived before dinner and the sun was setting. That didn’t stop T from wanting to squeeze a short swim in before the pool closed.
Having had weeks of frigid Canadian winter weather, jumping into a pool in nothing but a bathing suit was a treat!
The last two days have been wonderfully uneventfully relaxing.
We slept in till 9 am every day, had breakfast, spent the morning at the amazing waterpark in the resort, chilled out and napped in our room after lunch while T played on his Switch, and spent the late afternoon at the beautiful beach.
I didn’t realize how mentally and physically exhausted I was until I didn’t have to think about or do anything other than let go of everything and relax.
I know these seven days will fly by and I am going to focus them on doing absolutely nothing but having fun with our T.