The Louisiana Experience

It's amazing how a little thing like having two kids will REALLY slow you down on a road trip.

The trip from Plainview to my wife's family in central Loiusiana used to take the two of us about 10 hours. We would pack a cooler full of cold cuts and drinks (Mountain Dew for me, water for her, cuz' she's healthy,) we'd put on the cruise control, and we wouldn't stop for ANYTHING. Well, except for the occasional pee. Bowel movements could wait--and they often did.

Day before yesterday, we left the house at three in the morning, and somehow it took us THIRTEEN AND A HALF HOURS to get here.

What the hey?

I seem to remember us stopping a couple of times for potty (older child) and diaper (younger one) times, and there was that stop at the McNasty's to let the fireball stretch his legs while we ate hockey-puck shaped breakfast sandwiches... but I had no idea that it all added up to an extra 3.5 hours.

Maybe I've stumbled on some new quantum phenomenon. Any physics geeks out there interested? I'll only charge 15 percent of whatever profits you end up garnering.

But anyway, we're here. I love her family. I love that her family is willing to play with my kids while I fart away the time on Metroid and catching up on the latest season of Battlestar Galactica. In fact, I love everything about Spring Break vacations.

Except the driving.

I guess things could be worse. It was kind of neat to see a local news station linked at the top of Drudge though. I'm not sure whether I should be offended or not about the little "burn baby burn" sidebar ad that I found on the same page.

Now if you'll excuse me, I feel one of those repressed number twos coming on... later.