Blueberry Farm

So, I checked my email this morning, and it looks like there's another meetup scheduled for picking blueberries with the kids at the blueberry farm. Yeah, like I'm going to try that again! Last week, I got all three of my babies up, got them dressed, and grabbed some waffles to go. I put them in their carseats, gave them each a sippy cup, and a waffle, and we drove 12 miles. We get to the farm, I unload the kids; puttin gone of them in a baby pack on my back. We got some buckets and started looking for a good spot to start picking. Now, it's 8am, 92*, with 70% humidity. So, as you can imagine, I'm already sweating. This place opens at sunrise, so alot of the blueberry plants have already been picked over. So, I try to explain to my oldest (3) that he should only pick the big, blue ones. Meanwhile, my little one is just enjoying playing with his bucket, pulling on some leaves, and occasionally scooping up some dirt. After, about 15 min. my oldest got bored and decided he needed to find a better spot, so he starts weaving in and out of the blueberry plants, and I try squeezing through as well, still holding onto my middle child, and still carrying baby #3. I finally catch up and grab his hand, but my middle pumpkin has gotten weary of holding his bucket filled with a handful of blueberries that I had helped him pick. He dropped his bucket; blueberries went everywhere, and by now I have sweat dripping in places you don't want seat dripping. So, I pick up the bucket, grab the kids' hands and start walking toward the barn to pay for what we have gathered. As I pass a woman picking, she ever so sweetly looks down at the kids, looks up at me, and says, "Well, you've got some nice help with you today!" I just wanted to smack her. "Nice help", was she kidding?? Did I look like I not only had everything under control, but also had some extra "help"? Thank goodness, I didn't have a free hand at the time. We get to the barn, and hand the lady one of the buckets, she weighs the berries, and tells us w e owe her $0.45. After all that work, I had 45 cents worth of blueberries, that doesn't even amount to 1 Cup! I dig in my pocket and hand her a twenty, she kindly stated that she would not charge us for just 45 cents. I thanked her, tried to pry the other bucket from my middles' hands, walk back to the car. I put them all in their carseats, turned on the A/C full blast, and swore to never do anything like that again.