It feels like I've been living on borrowed time for a while now, with part of my brain engaged in work stuff, numerous conference calls and also trying to get mentally ready for going back to work. Part of me feels like I know what I'm getting myself in for and part of me is in serious denial. I don't think it will really hit home until next week that I wont be able to be home with Vera. I've decided to take one week at the time and baby steps until Christmas when we get a bit of a longer break together. It is too overwhelming to think that this is it now for the forseeable future. I know that she will be in safe hands with both Mark, Terina (childminder) and nursery, but still...
This morning we joined Maria and Filip in the park, where Filip built a few sand castles and went on the big slide. Then we went back to their house for some fika: coffee and saffron buns. When we got back home, Vera had some lunch and a nap and I've been baking again, this time to bring to Mark's work. Gungerbread muffins, back by popular demand.
I ought to make meatballs and Jansson now, for our party on Saturday, but have decided to take time out and enjoy here and now.
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