We did a supply run to the big city yesterday. Mainly for electrical supplies, but since we were there we had to take full advantage of the trip and fill the back of the Suburban to the tippy-top.
First stop was Menard's. Hubby was pushing the cart and I was walking beside him but kept getting distracted by one thing and then another (you know the ploy of putting all that interesting stuff on the end of the aisles) as he trotted along on his quest. Each time I tore myself away from some item I had to check out, there he was half the store away searching behind him to find his missing partner. I'd race walk to catch up as he stood shaking his head. "Hey, I don't get out much. You have to be patient with me," I told him.
But don't get me wrong; I am not a shopper and don't do shopping well. By the end of our day, my lower back was so stiff I could hardly climb in and out of the truck.
It's just that when I'm there, my brain goes on overload because of all the sensory stimulation. I have my cast-in-iron list to which I adhere, but all the same I'm forced to make all those decisions . . . NOW. I can't think about it and come back tomorrow.
More often than not, this gets me into trouble. Today I feel so stoopid for not buying that package of gold wire I finally located (it's been on my list all winter) just because it was priced at about $2 more than I thought it should be. And those everyday cotton socks I like and purchased, why the heck didn't I get two packages of them so I wouldn't have to make the agonizing search for "just the right kind and color" again so soon?
Now that we have our booty home and into the house, I need to spend today putting it all away. Should be a simple task, right? Well, for some reason I feel energized to not only squirrel the new inventory away, but to take the time to clean and reorganize the storage areas the supplies go in to. (Must be spring fever.)
So I will now rise off my sedentary duff and get on with the day. I think it may have already started without me.
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