Finding the reset button.

Yesterday was one of those days.

We were coming off a long weekend, we were all in a bad mood, and were at each others throats all day.  Yes, I'll admit that I was pretty much the worst of us three.  I was snappish at pretty much anything David said to me and I was riding Olivia hard all day long.  At one point, David had to remind me, "she's only three."   I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact I'm 38 weeks pregnant and as miserable as can be.  The only thing more miserable was when I was 41 weeks pregnant.   As the day went on, things slowly got better and we all slowly found better attitudes.

We went to bed last night with plans to do our own things on Tuesday.  Olivia and I had plans to pick blueberries with friends and David was going to take care of some stuff for work.  We thought we could all use a little break from each other. 

But then, I didn't sleep last night (not anything new) and woke up late.  I honestly wasn't feeling like rushing to get out the door, so I backed out of meeting up with the friends.  Moving fast is not something I do these days.   However, unbeknownst to me, my husband had already told Olivia that we were going to pick blueberries.

Ensue the tears when I told her were weren't going and the angry looks from me to him for telling her what was going was already looking like our day was getting off to a rough start once again.

This is why 90% of the time, I don't tell her anything till we're in the car and on our way.  That way I can avoid situations like this.

She was pretty upset though because we've been talking about picking berries for weeks now and it keeps getting canceled for this reason or that.  So, I told him change of plans all around, we'd take her right then.

We threw on some clothes, jumped in the car, stopped on the way to grab a biscuit and headed out to the blueberry farm.

And it was one of the best things we did all summer....

We were there early and the fog was still settled in, which meant we got the whole place to ourselves.

It was seriously the most peaceful thing ever. 

It was just what I needed. 

I'm not that much into gardening, that's more Dave's area, but I love picking.  It's oddly soothing to me. 

Honestly, most of the time when we go to pick any type of fruit, we're with friends and wrangling kids, but to be out there just us and in the quiet of the early was an entirely different experience.

My head and heart completely cleared from the rough day before.

I told David "this is my kind of church."

For awhile we picked in silence.  Nothing but the sound of morning and the birds.

Then we quietly started conversation about plans for next years garden, where we want to be location wise the next few years, what lies ahead for our little family.....

It felt like we were back to us.

Like we had hit the reset button.

It ended up being just what we needed.    

We had filled our bucket a lot faster than we expected.  Come to find out we have three expert blueberry pickers. 

We debated on going to get another bucket to fill, just because we wanted to stay out there a little longer.

But........I am very pregnant and was honestly starting to feel it after 30 minutes of picking, so we decided to wait till next time.

Blueberry picking is being put on the list as a family favorite.

Of course, only in the very early morning when it's just us, the blueberry bushes, and the birds.


Tristan said…
yummy blueberries!
ha..hang in there!!
Jennifer said…
Sounds like a delightful morning! WOuld be my kind of church too. (o:

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