Friday, July 25, 2008

behaving badly about blueberries

I have a confession about a certain wife behaving badly on Tuesday. We won't mention any names. Tuesday night we had planned to go blueberry picking. I knew they closed at 7, however somehow I did not communicate that to Donovan. (I'm sure I did-he probably forgot) I called hubby to see when he was going to be home so we could leave. He thought 4:30. I thought, WOW that will push us....but we'll make it work. (the patch is 45 minutes away) So I packed a picnic supper and got the kids ready and we were all waiting in the driveway at 4:30 for daddy to get home. And waiting.....and waiting. At 5:10 he pulls into the drive. I might have been a little irritated. I might have said some unkind things. I might have behaved badly. I can't remember all of the details. So off we went. I was trying to cool off, trying to re-group. Donovan thought I knew he was helping friends of ours with a painting project. I didn't know, he forgot to mention that part earlier on the phone conversation we had.
By this point in the above picture I was practicing "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." But kept praying for kindness to shine through. To bury the hatchet. To move on. And you know what?? God is in the business of hearing our cry for help. We got out to the patch and there was Donovan's Uncle Sam and Aunt Cathy with their children. I might have vented a little to her, and she told me..."you know I think it works best when you only have an hour or so to pick. It's the coolest in the evening and the kids don't last for long amounts of time anyways" Just the encouragement I needed to pick my pouty pants off the ground and move on.
Herschel feeding the accused. Who is loudly exclaiming with moans how good the blueberries were.
Here is another cousin, Shali. Our kids had so much fun playing while occasionally picking a berry or 2.
Little Suzanna kept stealing berries out of my bucket and cousin-Shali saw this. So she started picking blueberries by the handful just for Suzanna to eat.
One of our children did pick.
Here are some of the kids having a high ol' time on the wagon that takes you out to the patches that are farther away.
You know what we picked 25 lbs. in that small amount of time. It's too bad I got all worked up for nothing. God is still working on me. He is still showing me things everyday that I need to be thankful for, despite when things don't go just as planned. Patience is not my strongest virtue. You may have guessed.

Let's move on.....
Here is the quote of the day....

Jack: Boys who have earrings like "rat" music.
Dad: You mean "rap" music. That music is trash.
Jack: What? That's rap. It's not trash, I love that stuff.



9 comments:

Kim said...

love your blog heather! Your personality always shines through. hugs!

wanita said...

where'd you do your picking at? they look good!

Sherri said...

You remind me of myself...the impatient part. We've had a few scenarios like this ourselves. In fact it happened just last week. :)

Glad we're not the only ones. :)

See you tomorrow night!

Holly said...

Great little story sis! We really loved the blueberries you shared with us! Love ya

krista said...

Glad things turned out ok. =) And look at all the delicious blueberries! Sometimes I wish we could fast forward and realize it is not the end of the world...but in the midst of it, each minute seems like 5.

Anonymous said...

Heather, Please accept my deepest apologies for keeping Donovan at our house too long. It was a wasted trip because we couldn't even get the sprayer to work. Anyway, after a new rented sprayer and a lot of hard work, the house is all primed and ready for the first coat of paint. Again, So Sorry! Crystal

Stacey said...

Heather! I am laughing! THat sounds just like me! Some days I seem to have a sub-zero dose of patience! I like to plan things and if they don't go as planned, I tend to start my own pity party! Praise God He is still working on us!!!

cheryl said...

Hahaha. It's good God made blueberries so yummy b/c they sure do cause some difficulties sometimes. Mom and Chris used to "take us to Lake Michigan". The kicker was, they would make us leave early in the morning, and then all 7 kids became slave labor. We loved eating them and we loved going to the beach, but we HATED the picking and griped in sufficient proportion! Not quite the same reason for the irritation, but nonetheless, still a funny blueberry story. Matt and I were laughing about it when he was home. It's still a running joke between us and the Oswalds.

The 5 Bickies said...

If only I could keep it together and keep my mouth shut when I'm in this situation. You did well. I do agree, sometimes we are surprised by what we find and how quickly things can look up. So glad you found family. You might like my new blueberry recipe...so easy! Now if only I could get to the fresh blueberries before they are done!