I spent the last twelve days being pampered. Lee did the laundry, served up the meals, cleaned the kitchen, dressed the kids, fed the kids, played with the kids, bathed the kids, and put the kids to bed. I was able to rest, walk when I needed to, eat when I needed to, and whine a little. But Lee is going back to work tomorrow. I'm pretty sure he's excited about this. When the nanny arrives in the morning, we'll most likely look out the window to see Lee gunning that Corolla down the street and out of sight. I wish he could have a few days on the beach with a stack of books, but that's just not in the cards. His break will be going back to the office. They don't have any kids there.
Lee going back to work means the nanny will be here. We'll all be sort of back at square one, with new routines, new problems, and new thrills. I hope it goes smoothly. I'm still not able to do much with the kids, because they require a lot of holding/lifting/bending. But I can read stories, sing songs, maybe do a little puppet show. I hope to be more helpful in the weeks to come.
The hip feels good. I went for another long-ish walk today, all the way to the stop sign at the end of our street. And back. Watched the great Federer-Nadal men's final at Wimbledon and ate a bunch of great food that was delivered to us yesterday. Really living the good life, to be honest. I'm amazed to see that only three or four days ago I was still worried that my recovery wasn't going well. Everything seemed perfectly on track today, although at one point I did sit down funny, and this made my leg turn in and my hip move in a dislocatey way. Scary. This is why I need to remember to be careful and take things slow.
I have a new method when I walk with the crutches. I'm still using two crutches, but I now move each crutch with the opposite leg, which makes for a more natural walking motion. I can go pretty fast.
