On a whim we booked a last minute vacation. We tried
to rent a friend's condo in Florida but it was not available. I made a
phone call. There were only two rooms left so we chose the one on the second floor. We drove
to New Orleans to board the Carnival Dream cruise ship, a floating monster of
the sea with 5,000 passengers on board...one third of which were children on spring break seeking a good time.
There were many educators and school nurses and office
employees also on spring break. It was like
living in a germ-filled school with a bunch of snot nosed, hacking, grubby-handed,
whiny little preschool kids. Then there were the school-age monsters who ran
rampant and unattended up and down the halls in packs, mowing down elders and
rapping on doors like Wee Willy Winky, except not in nightgowns, because none
of the little buggers slept.
They overflowed the self serve soft ice cream
machines, wasted enough food to feed a third world nation, and ran their mitts
over every single elevator button for the fun of it. The little darlings raced one another in six GLASS elevators
up and down a dozen floors, on display, doing their thing for all to see. Where were their
parents? On vacation, by the pool, being entertained, sipping suds and fancy drinks
out of carved coconut heads.
One of the employees said he reprimanded a boy who
was pressing elevator buttons. Later in the day he saw the kid with his mom and
asked, "Is this your son?" She copped an attitude and said, "Yeah,
what's it to YOU!"
He replied, "I just wanted to tell you that your son apologized when I talked to him about pressing all the elevator buttons."
him a dirty look and before she could speak, he said, "Please tell his STEP
MOM thank you, because someone obviously taught him manners."
PERFECT! There is so little accountability anymore.
Two weeks before we left, hubby had a cold which
went into bronchitis. He completed his antibiotics and seemed much better. He
was cleared to travel.
The germ capital of the seas led to another upper
respiratory infection (or a relapse) on the fourth day. In a closet-size cabin with limited TV channels, I was able to hear half of Judge Judy's
admonitions and only a portion of CNNs repeating news, because there was a
barking seal in my bed.
We WERE able to kick back on a
couple of beaches in the Grand Caymen Island and also in Cozumel, Mexico. The
Caribbean Sea is the most awesome turqouise blue water you will ever see. The trade
winds and salt water soothed my soul, if only briefly. I left my honey reclining in a beach chair, and I left my footprints in the sand
as I strolled for miles.
I drove ALL the way home and right to the doctor, where hubby was diagnosed with pneumonia. This new stronger antibiotic is kicking the heck out of it. Thank God.
Now the worst news of all, during the last night of constant interrupted sleep I forgot that I hadn't brushed my teeth, so I got up to do so. In the morning I screamed when I saw my toothbrush in its holder.
I had used hubby's by mistake. ARGH! I have a strong immune system from having been exposed to every virus known to kids for all these years. Two liters of Listerine later, I have no more than a slight sore throat. My lymph nodes are doing their work.
All I can say is, never again on spring break! Oh
yeah, that's right...after June 19th, I won't have any more spring breaks. I'm retiring,
throwing in the towel, grabbing a beach towel and heading for sand and surf...
when the rug rats are all back in school.