The ride home this morning was interesting, we left at 3am and got stuck on the only road off the island because of a fire. We were stuck there for almost 2 hours, which made our 9 hour ride home almost 11 hours. The kids were troopers and did really well in the car.
One of the bad things that happened while we were at the beach was I lost my engagement ring. I'm beyond upset. I have lost weight and it was getting loose and I shouldn't have been wearing it. I took it off before we went to the beach every day and then Thursday morning was crazy and forgot to take it off. We were on our way back to the house when I realized that I only had my wedding band on. I never resized my wedding band, it's still a 5-1/2, but I had my engagement ring resized because even after the twins were born my fingers were so fat that I thought they'd never get smaller. I'm just sick thinking about it. I keep thinking that maybe I'll end up finding it in the car or in one of the bags but I'm 99% sure that I lost it on the beach/in the ocean.
My lost ring is nothing compared to other news we found out while we were away, and the reason that we came home a day early. Matt's Grandmother, who we call MomMom and is Rob's Mom, is very very sick. She only has a few days left. I always take the kids for a walk and go to visit her. She always has cookies for the kids. They sure love their MomMom. We haven't told the kids anything other than she is very sick. MomMom has made the decision to come home from the hospital tomorrow so we will all go and visit with her tomorrow at her house.