We made it back from the beach. After our unfortunate first evening, we managed to squeeze in half a wonderful day walking the beach, visiting the boardwalk, hanging with my dad and stepmother, and renting a family bike to pedal through the wind. That was stupid.
Saturday night got rough. Hurricane Matthew ended up dishing up way more weather than I had anticipated when we left Baton Rouge on Friday morning. The rain caused flooding. We couldn’t even leave our hotel for several hours Sunday morning. The wind was fierce. I’ve been through hurricanes before, but this was pretty intense. The Weather Channel app on my phone said it was “only” blowing 46 mph, but I call shenanigans. Our hotel room looked directly onto the beach, and given what we were hearing and watching the glass bow in towards the room, I think it was probably much higher than that. Our hotel took major damage, closing the restaurant, breaking a gas main (meaning no hot water for some folks), and soaking carpets all over. The hotel managed to throw together some pastries and coffee for breakfast, but that was it. Luckily I’m like a little old lady and had stashed some apples from the breakfast buffet the day before in my purse and had those in the room for the kids.
When we finally were able to navigate out to find lunch and try to meet up with my dad and stepmom (who had no power), we were pretty limited. The road north was under water and the boardwalk side had little power. We finally found a pizza place and $65 later (holy shit) had some pepperoni pizzas to take over to my dad’s. It was raining and windy as hell and cold. Since the weathermen lied, I didn’t even have one pair of pants for the kids.
We left that next morning. Once again, my kids were pretty damn amazing on the planes. The worst part was Felix crapping himself about 5 minutes into our 3 hour flight from Newark to New Orleans. Have you ever changed a kid in an airplane bathroom? I can now say I have. Beat that, Clark Kent.
And that brought to mind a wonderful idea – an idea that I think some talented crafty person should implement and sell: Mom badge kits. In my scout troop, the girls are all about earning badges. As moms, we talk about earning our merit badges for random, typically unpleasant things. Furthermore, as moms we often don’t get commended for not only surviving these events, but doing so with grace and humor. We deserve mom badges, preferably sewn on a fabulous sash. Can you picture it? I’d have a “poop in the tub” badge (or several), “breastfeeding on the commode” badge, “pumping while driving” badge, “changing a diaper in an airplane bathroom” badge, “catching vomit in my bare hands” badge…… The possibilities are endless. Who can make me one?