Thursday, August 22, 2013

Daily Life, Part I

Very, very luckily, James is able to work from home this first week of my convalescence, so we're having an easy time of it.  Well, I am, anyway.  Here's what it looks like:

7:00ish: Edie wakes up,calling for James to come get her.  He gets her and usually brings her in our room where I snuggle her.
7:15ish: Edie starts climbing over me to escape and I suggest breakfast and she and James head to the kitchen while I debate if I have to go the bathroom badly enough to get up.  I take a percocet to stop the aching pain in my left leg and go back to sleep.
8:00: I wake up, deciding that I do have to go to the bathroom that badly.  Edie runs around and I crutch over to my rolling chair to scoot into the kitchen for breakfast.
8:30: I sit on the couch withe my leg up.
12:00: I roll into the kitchen to help James fed Edie lunch.  I'm loathe to admit it, but I think Edie is a picky eater.  She just won't eat.  Even things she's previously liked (I'm looking at you, hummus).  Lunch is an exercise in creativity.  I take some medicine and get real sleepy
1:00: I snuggle Edie for a moment before James puts her in her crib for a nap.
1:00-4:00ish: James works and I sit on the couch with my leg up.  Sometimes (usually) I fall asleep (see: sleepy, above).
4:30: This varies.  Sometimes we go outside and James waters my plants.  Yesterday we went to Target and filled my prescription and bought me a new skirt (I must wear my jeans too tight: they won't fit over my cast.  I'm lucky I was wearing a dress when I broke my ankle).  Today we're going to a friend's house for dinner.
6:00-7:00: James makes dinner.  I scoot around on my chair getting glasses and other assorted things I can reach.
7:00-7:30 James gives Edie a bath and puts her pajamas on.  I sit on her chair with my leg up and read stories.
7:45ish-11:00: James does the dinner dishes, then more work-work and I sit on the couch with my leg up.

I'm almost one week down.

Not listed are the amount of times I ask James to fill my water bottle or the amount of times James asks me if I'm going to take a bath.


  1. *sigh* I don't mean to sound negative, but...well, that kind of seems lame.

    But those pictures of Edie eating a popsicle are all kinds of representative of summer.

  2. Wow. Reading my comment from earlier makes me feel like a jerk. Sorry about that. I hope you heal quickly .