Slow Sunday. Lots of reading, playing games, napping (for Mom), drawing, pasting, collecting walnuts and chestnuts... It sounds a tad more wonderful than it was - add some four-year-old drama, some nine-year-old antics, some headaches and short tempers... But I suppose that's normal. We are learning to live without Daddy and that's tough work. It's different this time - normally, half his "away time" would already be over and now, we've barely scratched the surface. That's a rough thought for all of us.
Unfortunately, this may be something we might have to get used to. Doug by himself would get a job in no time - he's fabulously good at what he does, just the pesky family with all those added expenses is weighing him down. Not a very nice thought. Not a thought we like to dwell on. Our hope right now is for a job in the US but, you know, it's the economy, stupid.
In the meantime, you'll be happy to hear that it was the maid, and she hid the ring in the nursery. Happy Ending.