With eight hours worth of driving between NOLA and Houston, we decided to turn it into two shorter days of driving. The kids and I had gone to Avery Island (Tabasco factory and Jungle Gardens) a few years back, and I had been wanting to take Gabe since then. Ironically, even though we pass within ten minutes of it every 4 weeks, we just never made it there with him. Since we decided to take two shorter days, we figured it’d be perfect timing to stop by when we had half a day without much else to do.
It rained off and on, which is par for the course in the south in summer. But the Jungle gardens were swarming with mosquitos and we ended up with several very large welts. So instead of a leisurely few hours spent walking under the huge oaks, we drove through at a fast pace, getting out only twice to look at things, before finally giving up and staying in the car for the rest of the tour.
By the time we left we were starving and decided to stop and get some diner food at Mel’s diner on HWY 90 between New iberia and Lafayette. Actually really big portions for cheap prices. My type of place when the kids are going through their growth spurts!
While we were inside, though, it rained. Hard. We brought the most expensive things into the cab of the truck, but most had to stay in the back. We hoped all would be well.
Fast forward to bringing things into our hotel room. I opened the homeschooling suitcase to find half of the books with some sort of water damage. SIGH. They are now draped over the various tables in our hotel room, with me not holding my breath that they’ll dry by morning.
My daughter has very long, thick, curly hair. We’ve been swimming all week. And yes, it was tonight that the rat’s nest was brought to my attention. The good thing was that I watched a semi-horror flick (October is the month for “scary” movies with us) that was entertaining while I brushed through her hair, taking breaks frequently because she got her mama’s tender head.
As a cap to a perfect day, I asked a certain son of mine to put the bag of left over Italian sausage and marinara in the mini fridge (I’d left the cooler in the truck because we are only here for one night and just brought in dinner). He managed to not understand how gravity works and that the bag is called a ZIPLOC because you’re supposed to ZIP it shut. Needless to say, I ended up scrubbing marinara off the room floor, under the mini fridge while my husband tilted it back. SIGH. At least the carpet is already sort of brownish reddish.
On a good note, Cutthroat Kitchen is hysterical! Love it.