The infant and the invalid

There are times in our lives that both Chad and I are too ambitious for our own good. So when we made the decision to have Chad's ACL surgery right before Christmas, and right after our family had gone home for the holidays, we were definitely wearing rose-colored glasses. In the past 24 hours I imagine both of us have wondered, "What on earth were we thinking?"

The good news is that every millisecond is easier than the last and I really am happy that the surgery is over. But in the moments when I was trying to figure out if I should take Lucy for a walk, feed Jackson, get Chad his pain pills or move his equipment around the house, clean up from last night's dinner, or finish laundry, I have revised my "one day at a time" mantra to "one minute at a time."

And, as is always the case, today has been better than yesterday. Lucy and I headed out on a much-needed walk this afternoon and the two least self-sufficient people in our household stayed home to keep each other company. I think they look quite content, in fact.