I think as one embarks on a construction project there is always the understanding that something unexpected will come up.
An unexpected waterline that had to be re-routed.
An unexpected extra 1/2 inch on the bullnose edge of the countertop which made it impossible to open the fridge door.
We budgeted for the unexpected.
We prepared for the unexpected.
We did not prepare for this.
Yesterday as I was getting the girls ready for the day I heard a crash.
Actually a crash does not begin to define what I heard.
But I knew exactly what it was.
Immediately I knew.
I put Halley in charge of Janey and gave the girls strict instructions to NOT come downstairs.
I needed some time to assess the damage.
To cry a little.
To get my camera.
To clean up the mess.
To get it together before they saw me again.
Because after all, these are only dishes.
It was only a cabinet.
All are replaceable.
We were safe.
The granite did not break.
The new floor is now scuffed, scratched and distressed just like the old floor.
I might just have an excuse to buy these that I have been really wanting, but not really needing.
Now I have three tubs of materials to make a mosaic.
That what seems like a catastrophe now can be made into something else.
To remind me that if faulty cabinets and broken dishes are the worst of my problems than I really don't have it all that bad.