Grand Cayman 2025–The Bust Of It All

Well, peeps.

You’ve probably guessed, due to my radio silence mid-trip, that our Spring Break vacay went a bit awry.

And, boy, would you be right.

Let me just start with the end and share this tidbit; when we made it home, eventually unwrapped the ornament souvenir we purchased while away (per our traveling tradition), and it promptly dropped to the floor and shattered, I thought: yup, that tracks and pretty much sums up our trip.

Booooooo.

Now. To rewind…

When I last posted, it was the evening of Day 2 (which was, technically, only 36 hours into the trip), we’d managed a morning boat excursion, I’d spent the afternoon vomiting like the exorcist, and was grateful to even have the energy to post any pics.

Welp.

I’m sorry to say, things didn’t get much better for me from that point, forward.

While I didn’t continue throwing up after that first heinous day, I didn’t improve in any major way, and spent most of my waking (or non-sleeping, nighttime hours) so nauseous and miserable and unable to participate that, by the end of Day 3, the hubby and I jointly decided to consider returning home earlier than planned.

After some investigation with the airline, we were able to rebook our return flights for better connections, with no fees (beyond the price of one checked bag), a full 24 hours earlier than scheduled, and, we jumped on it.

The kiddos were gracious about shaving a day off of their beach fun, we didn’t have any planned excursions we needed to cancel or miss, and I was just stick-a-fork-in-me-DONE, and ready to be home in my own bed.

I cried as we were taxiing for liftoff from the Cayman’s, so overwhelmed by the physical onslaught of the last few days, distraught over the busted trip, and so over my flight anxiety (a post for another day) that I just prayed as long and as hard as I could that the two flights home would go smoothly, and at least they did.

I’ve rarely been so happy to be home, but it’s been a slow recovery since that point (Thursday evening).

Older bro checked in on me Sunday (I think) and asked me how I was feeling and I sent him this pic:



Pretty much sums it up.

I’m now eight days past the launch of the stomach bug and I’m unable to eat properly, but I’m trekking along, with tiny improvements each day.

And, yes, by now we’ve determined that I had the misfortune of taking with me the stomach bug that’s been circulating our general neck of the woods. Just pure, terrible luck and timing.

Now, let’s look at the positives.

The hubby and kiddos all remained healthy. Our three crazies had a BLAST of a time while away. They were all so giggly and happy and carefree; it was a joy to hear—even when I was so sick I could hardly stand it.

So, at least I hope, when all is said and done, they’ll retain some happy memories from our Cayman vacay, but I can definitely say it was a bust for Yours, Truly, and I have no plans to return and rewrite history. Just chocking this one up as a loss, which is hard for me to say as a general glass-half-full kind of gal.

I think the hardest part of this whole shebang is the missed time and opportunity to connect with my fam. We’re sooooo busy these days that time away is extra precious. And time spent without our fur baby, too! I obviously love Coda pup to pieces and bits, but I was greatly looking forward to time spent doting on my human children for once, and so sad to watch that opportunity slip through my grasp.

It is what it is.

(Shite) life happens, sometimes, and we’re still uber blessed that we had the chance to get away, regardless of the outcome.

So, now, all that remains is to look onward and upward, mark this as the Spring Break That Shall Not Be Named, and wish for better travel vibes the next go-‘round.

Okay.

More (chipper!) posts coming this week about the crazy vibes of being post-Spring Break and barreling toward the end of the school year!

Happy (Recovering) Tuesday, peeps!

Over and out.