This is a picture from October 13th, 2010... it's a picture of the leak we discovered behind our fridge. At this point the floor had already started to ripple and it was obvious that the damage was significant.
Who cares right? It's a picture of a damaged floor from a year ago... But looking at this picture makes me a little sick.
At the time I thought this was a full-on disaster- two young kids, no kitchen, no good. In the fifteen days that followed we learned Max would definitely qualify for the autism program, our fridge would completely die (awesome with two little kids- one still on bottles), and Ellie would develop a fever that would lead to the worst day of our lives. I can feel it all starting to creep back in. I'm already on edge, tears are frequently on the verge of escaping. Lately, it's a constant battle to not think about the ugly things hiding in the depths of my memory.
To me, this picture sort of symbolizes the beginning of the end... and that's pretty much how I'm starting to feel all over again...