what can i say....

A week ago at 4pm while i was taking the kids out of day care my husband was walking in the second house that we are renting. {its like this one long house that is devided to 3. the begining is our house. in the middle there is a small apartment with a nice neighbor and at the end there is a nother house that we use for extra space like for my sewing room..}
Any way, luckly we all ready moved all my sewing stuff in to the house. and while my husband was still moving other stuff, he fell down with the flore in to this hole:



After that he went to the house, calld me up telling me what happend. I thought he was joking!
Then he took the baby, shocked from what had happend, and stood out side looking in and then again the flore collapsed under his feet in to a bigger and dipper hole. And some how he manneged to role tom on the side walk before falling in to that hole filld with stinky water.Nothing happend to any one of them, but that day we all had to leave our homes in that "block"
So now we are kind of "homeless". we moved in to my moms kibbutz for now
and we are serching for ways and opthions to restore our lives. the kids havent been going to day care since then, its been very hard to move from one place to a nother. everything that was stable in our lives has been broken. so now it feels like we need to build everything back again..
we still have our stuff but with no where yet to go... so we are living with bags of clothes and bags of food, sleeping on matress in a one and a half bedroom apartment in a kibbutz.....

Since then the holes got bigger....

We are still shoked......

What can i say? life can get realy realy crazy some times....

and all i wanted was to sew.....