Our 4th of July was both relaxed and completely uneventful. Between Timmy recovering from his fever and the swampy and hot weather, nobody felt like venturing outside of the house to celebrate. Instead, we opted to spend the day watching movies and eating our hotdogs inside.
We didn't set out to celebrate the holiday as hermits. We woke up early and headed to the blueberry farm, hoping to beat both the heat and the crowds. We were wrong on both calculations. Even though it was only 10 AM, the heat index was in the mid 90's. The picking was sparse and the competition with the other blueberry seekers turned what should have been fun into a frustrating hunt for berries.
The boys quickly became grumpy. Robby abandoned the quest early, opting to seek shade under a tree near the picnic area. Timmy ended up completely melting down in the field because our buckets were fuller than his. His outburst ended up in his being carried out of the field, screaming and wiggling for freedom. It was not a fun adventure for anybody, Scott and me included.
After the blueberry fiasco, my holiday spirit was squashed. I declared our family NSFP (not safe for public) and, because of Timmy's behavior, our evening fireworks were canceled. He spent the rest of the day playing quietly with his trains while I finally finished unpacking from our trip.
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