Today when I got home, J was heading down our driveway in his brother's excavator. I knew it was bad news.
We just paid to have gravel put down to recover from our disaster from this weekend. The check to the gravel guy had not even hit the bank.
And we're flooded out again.
This time, the water is not quite as deep, so we are really hoping that the damage is not severe. We are trying desperately to cling on that little bit of hope. Otherwise, all we have is what we see - all our hard earned money washed right down our river of a driveway.