Got My Feet Up Today...

Well, I'm home from my bunionectomy.

I thought I was having surgery on both feet today--if I have to be off my feet for a week or more, I figured, I might as well get 'em both done at once. What's so hard about elevating and icing both feet instead of just one? I naively thought.

But it turns out my doctor was only planning to do one foot at a time, and now, I'm in enough pain to make me very, very glad that I only have ONE foot aching and throbbing in spite of Vicodin, my new best friend. They not only shave off excess bone in these cases, but break and reset the bone. Ouch. I'm thinking that hammertoe on my other foot bothers me so infrequently that it can just wait indefinitely.

Papa Rooster took the day off of work in order to take good care of me and think about his sermon for Sunday. All the kids are at the house of the other homeschooling mom I trade off with, beginning their first day back of homeschooling without me. I said in a previous post that we were starting back Thursday, but yesterday Heather and I both said to each other, if we just had one more day to wrap up the organizational projects we had begun... So we took one more day. It's one of the beauties of homeschooling.

I am enjoying blissful solitude, the newly-organized collection of books on the shelves near my bed, and the seemingly huge patch of clear, vacuumed carpet next to my bed--which until yesterday, was covered by four columns of dusty books, read and unread. Yesterday, I made space on my bookshelf for all the books I want to read, eventually, and filled two boxes with books to give away and books to keep somewhere else.

Where that will be, I don't know yet. I can't think where we have room for another bookshelf. I'm firmly with Anna Quindlen on this one, who said, "I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves."

(She also said: "My kids keep trying to convince me that there are two separate parts of their stomachs, one dedicated to dinner and the other to dessert." Good one, eh?)

I guess I may have to purge another of our existing bookcases, or I could always slip a new box into the attic. But for now, those poor, shelf-less books will have to sit in their box in the guest room--until my foot feels better.

And probably even longer!