I sit here late on Sunday evening considering what to do with the rest of my waking time — writing thank you notes, paying bills or blogging. Given I have a mere week before I return to work, I have decided to spend the time writing to all of you.

There are just four more days of stay-at-home-mommyness. Walker starts day care on Friday. We’re going to try the whole process the day before I go back to work so I can get used to not seeing him all day and having the support of my wonderful husband as I experience withdrawal. Friday also happens to be our anniversary (11 years) so we plan on doing something fun that we just couldn’t do with Walker. However, things just seem more fun with him so we haven’t really figured out any activities yet (and please get your minds out of the gutter).

Last Thursday was a strange day. If you read the last post, Thursday was the day our dear doggie Jake passed away. It was also the day that started out with sewage backing up into our downstairs bathroom (did I mention that the appliance/maintenance gods hate me?). As the nice Roto Rooter man was downstairs with Larry, I decided to call Sofia and arrange Walker’s day care schedule. We decided Friday would be the day and she listed out all the stuff he would need to bring (it’s like supplying a small army unit). When I hung up the phone, I burst into tears. The rest of the day was fun — Walker and I visited Maryann and Malcolm and did hand and foot impressions.

I just can’t believe it’s been 15 weeks since Walker was born. I still sometimes feel we have a house guest — like this little person we met and have learned so much about will pack up and go to his next destination. And I suppose that’s true. One day he’ll go to college or travel or take whatever path he chooses. While it’s no longer strange to call him “my son” or to think that I’m a mommy, there are moments when I wonder when I’m going to wake up and it will all be like it was before. I suppose that when I return to work, there will be hours during the day when I’m simply “mimi@adobe”. But I’m hoping there will be an undercurrent of “Walker’s mom” which will make me more centered and a balanced person.

So what to do? I’m going to take advantage of the time I have with Walker during my maternity leave — going to my mommies group, taking walks, doing errands, and visiting friends. The important thing is playing with Walker and watching him grow — his newest milestone is blowing raspberries and is quite charming.

So phfffffffffffffbt to you all.