Sing it, Donna Summer..

It's over. Done. Friday was my last day in the working world. I had that Donna Summer song in my head all day. You know, the one the DJ always plays right before they turn the lights on -- “the last dance, last chance, for love…” I tried to refrain from disco-ing down the cube rows but it was difficult to hold back my joy. It was a great, albeit strange feeling to turn in my laptop and security badges and bid adieu to all my work friends. They wished me well; a few clung onto my leg and begged me to take them with me, but once I shook them loose I was out the door.

I thought I'd somehow feel different, like when you turn 16 and get your driver's license or get married or some other life-changing event. I don't know, I thought perhaps choirs of angels would sing or someone would release a flock of doves as I took my final stroll out of the building. No such fanfare. Just a big sigh of relief from me and my dear husband as we walked to the car.

I think it will take a while for reality to sink in. I got the usual icky pit of my stomach feeling Saturday night. That oh-god-saturday-is-over-which-means-tomorrow-is-sunday-and-the-next-day-is-dreaded-monday-feeling. Even though I knew full well that I wasn’t going back to the salt mines, I couldn’t shake it. Must be something programmed deep inside my brain from years of hating mondays. It’s such a shame too. We only get 7 days a week; to hate one whole day and to dread it for a day and a half means that 35.7% of my life was spent in dread or a certain degree of misery, not counting holidays and vacations. Not a way to live. Which is in part what led us to our decision. Not that I think it will all be sunshine and fairytales from now on. I'll likely be busier than I ever was as career mommy.  I started making lists (oh how I love lists) of all the stuff I am going to do, from my new routine, to special household projects, my new business venture, and even baby activities. Wow, I just made a list of my lists. See, already channeling my project management energies into my new role as full-time mommy, entrepreneur, and household manager extraordinaire. Rest assured, there will be project plans and financial forecasts in my future. AND more blogging. Yes, now that I’ll have a little more time in my day, I will recommit to my writing with new fervor. Since I’ll be spending most of my time with an 8 month old, I suspect I will need an outlet to keep the adult part of my mind functioning before Yo Gabba Gabba and Elmo turn it to moosh.

So welcome me back and keep your fingers crossed for us as our little family adjusts to this new chapter in our lives. I look forward to sharing our many new adventures!