These days, it seems my limit is three stores, and I'm more comfortable with just two. And I've downsized the water jugs from 5-gallon size to 3-gallon size.
This morning, I had to add another limit to my current stamina level. It seems that I'm going to need to take a brief rest after I bring everything home, before putting it all away. I'll put away the perishables into the fridge and freezer, but I'll let the rest go until I relax for a half hour or so.
What made me realize this? Well, this morning I came home after two stores, brought in two 3-gallon jugs of water and two 20-pack cartons of soda and 10 pounds of potatoes. I immediately began putting it all away. In the midst of stashing the half gallon of OJ into the fridge, I thought I'd do myself a favor and fill up a little jar we use for a single serving. The bottle fell from my hands in mid-pour and sloshed all over the kitchen floor and under the fridge. I almost cried.
Cleaning up sticky OJ is not one of my fave pastimes. I had to get Frank, in all his pain, to wiggle and "walk" the fridge out far enough for me to clean up under it. I had to get a bucket of water and some rags and, well, you can imagine the mess.
The hard part was that at that point, the sloshing point, I was already realizing I was beat and should sit for a few minutes. I went just one step too far.
After the cleanup and washing the little throw rugs from the kitchen and the rags, I realized that I do need to change my routine just a bit from here on in.
I know that Frank can easily bring those things inside for me, but I need the activity. I just need to space it out better. Most of what I do is sitting down - the computer, my blog, my Etsy shop, my crafts. So I like to move when I can. I absolutely hate, hate, hate housework so that is not a motivating exercise for me. If I had the money, I would gladly pay someone to do that for me. So, for now, grocery shopping and lugging the stuff inside and putting it away is a welcome break from all that sitting. Except, of course, that nowadays, I'll take a break after putting stuff into the fridge and freezer, before I stash the pantry things.
Sweet Jesus, thank you for helping me with the fortitude and stamina I needed this morning to clean up my mess. And thank you, too, for the wisdom to know how I need to adapt to my gently aging body which the Father has so graciously lent to me.