March 9, 2026
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I am currently alternating between checking the news and checking my caffeine supply. My daughter and her husband are heading to Cancun this April for a 12-day "babymoon," and I am officially a nervous wreck.
On the one hand, I’m watching the headlines about Mexico and it’s not exactly putting my mind at ease. Between the travel advisories, the reports of cartel activity in Quintana Roo, and the general unpredictability of things right now, my "Mom Radar" is screaming. Plus, with her being pregnant, I’m over here worrying about everything from the water quality to the Zika warnings and the proximity of the nearest hospital. I know the resorts are beautiful, but until I see her back on Canadian soil, my heart is going to be sitting somewhere in the back of my throat.
On the other hand, they are leaving my 10 month old granddaughter here with me. I am so grateful she isn’t going on the trip, but let’s be real. I am about to enter a 12 day Grandma Boot Camp that I did not exactly train for!
I’ve been retired from the "diaper and 4:00 AM wake up call" lifestyle for a while now. My house isn't exactly a fortress anymore, and my back definitely isn't what it was in the 90s. I’m currently clearing my schedule and preparing for a marathon of chasing a crawler, deciphering baby babbles, and hoping I remember how to fold a stroller without losing a finger. I love that little girl more than life itself, but 12 days is a long time for a woman who values her eight hours of sleep and a quiet cup of coffee!
I want them to relax and enjoy their last bit of "peace and quiet" before the new baby gets here, but I think I’ll be the one needing a vacation by the time they get back. If you don't hear from me by day three, please send reinforcements, extra strength Tylenol, and maybe a prayer that those two stay safe and the baby decides to sleep through the night for her Mimi!
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