Have We Lost Our Minds?
Pregnant with our fourth child, my husband has a moment of inspiration and suggests a cross-country family trip during maternity leave.
I woke up early to do laundry for the family. Passing the baby over to a sleeping daddy, I begrudgingly dressed and headed out with a body bag of smelly goods. Spraying stain remover and turning clothes right side out to find spots, I mentally noted to do this at undressing each day. I pushed the quarters in on the last machine and the chimes of CBS Sunday Morning News brought a smile to my face. I was graced with a quiet morning of coffee, blogging, and mommy's news as it is known. Blessings come when we least expected it. Of course I was surrounded by strangers bustling their luggage and dodging each other for breakfast items. I am sure there is no other place that removes personal space bubbles like a hotel lobby breakfast bar. It did not matter. I was in my own world. Attempting to upload photos and failing. Trying plan B, C, and D again to achieve success, moderately.
George brought everyone down right at 9:30 am and we closed down the breakfast bar at 10:00 am. I moved the laundry to dryers and ran them twice. All the girls used the lobby bathroom for racing. Biscuit stayed with me, my constant companion.
Reorganizing the clothes was a pain with four children that demanded my attention. We pushed the noon checkout time to the second. Still took more time in the parking lot getting all the bags back in the car. This had to get better as will did it more..... I hope.
One last stop at Café du Monde for what turned out to be beignets for lunch. Proud parent moment.
Took the long, scenic way from New Orleans to see as much as Louisiana as we could. Had the iconic family vacation sing-a-long, parent-style.
Tried and failed to book a swamp tour. Probably for the best as Bubble was not pleased with the thought of an air boat ride after watching videos.
Our route took us through Houma and let me tell you. They hide money in Houma. Those houses were huge!
Found a market to purchase supplies for dinner and landed at a campground with shelters for picnicking. Girls had fun running for a bit in a setting that was reminiscent of White Lake, NC.
Onward to Texas. Miles of sugar cane lined the drive. Hwy 70 to the beach is lined the same way with corn. Thoughts of home came across in our conversations. FaceTimed grandparents before the girls fell asleep.
Made it to Texas by 9:30 pm and greeting with a work of art for the state line picture. The "Watch out for rattlesnakes" signs sent Bubble over the edge and we had to shine a light on pretty much every step she made. Raccoons wanted to carry off Tiny at the welcome center. She was a bit crazy from being woken up so I found a good place for her while the rest of us girls used the facilities.
All the girls fell asleep and I continued work on the posts. Got quite a bit of writing done. I still encounter issues with photos and videos. Those slow down progress. George has his radio and I read what I wrote to check for errors and to keep us both alert.
Made it to San Antonio city limits at 2:30 am on Day Eight.
Steps taken: 7,203
Miles driven: 577.3