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.