Yesterday was our 8 yr anniversary, hard to believe that I've been pregnant for half of my marriage. He had to work and I stayed home, didn't do anything at all. After hubby came home from work the kids were out playing in the yard, at around 8pm his brother came running over to our house, in a panic and told him to come right to his house, there's something wrong, he couldn't even say what was going on, instantly I thought someone was dead, or dying. Hell it was a scare of a lifetime that's for sure, because I knew the kids were close to his house. Turns out that sometime during the day, since no one was home the upstairs toilet cracked and the house was flooded. I mean, flooded. The roof in the kitchen was caving in, there was about 2 feet of water on the first floor not to mention the basement. The smoke alarm was ringing the wiring was fucked, needless to say, it was quite surreal. The walls are ruined in the basement, all need replacing, the cupboards in the kitchen need replacing, the hardwood, carpet you name it, is all destroyed. It's expected to at least be a month before it's fixed. This is where we're supposed to live while we build our house. LOL. I'm sure it'll be fixed by Oct. haha, if not, well then I have no choice to rent an apartment.

I had posted last year about my hubby's grandmom that was diagnosed with lung cancer, she's pretty much actively dying now. She's basically non-reponsive, getting pain meds regularly to help with her breathing, that's why his mother wasn't home, otherwise the water would have been turned off shortly after it was found. I feel awful for her, what timing for this shit to happen though.