Oh No!

Ivy’s screaming woke me up on Friday morning at 2:30 am. As I came out of my sleep I realized that there was some sort of alarm going off as well. I rushed downstairs and looked in her room where she had her hands clapped over her ears, but the sound wasn’t coming from there. I grabbed the carbon monoxide detector, but when I messed with that, I just added more noise to the clamor. I then turned to Peter’s room, where he also had his hands clapped over his ears. His smoke alarm was blaring, but there was no smoke. Low battery? (don’t get me started on what their reactions to smoke alarms should have been). I ran upstairs to get the step stool so I could shut it off and when I ran through, I stepped into the pond that used to be my kitchen.
One of the hoses that feeds our freezer leaked and spewed water all over my kitchen, down through the floor and through the smoke detector and light in Peter’s bedroom. When we stood in his room it sounded like it was raining. Bryan’s office floor which is adjacent to the kitchen was quite swampy too. We mopped up what we could, which was basically the wood floor, put buckets in Peter’s room to catch the dripping water, moved him to the couch and went back to bed. But it wasn’t easy to go to sleep since I couldn’t stop thinking about all the horrible damage to my new house.

Needless to say, my once pretty house is no longer quite so pretty.

Before

Current (we don't have the after pictures yet)

Bryan's Office.

It's so sad.