This is Why We Rent.

One fantastic benefit of "working" at a PreK-8 school is that I get to sleep pretty late.  My alarm goes off for the first time at 6:30am, and I hit snooze until I finally crawl out of bed a few minutes after seven.  I then get some coffee, which is preprogrammed to begin brewing at seven.  I hop in the shower and finally step out of the house about 8:15.  I realize how lucky I am to work in a school that doesn't begin until 9:30, and I'm thankful every morning that- even though I slept eight hours and am somehow still tired- I got to sleep in much later than most people I know.

Tuesday morning followed the norm.  I stepped out of bed and headed to the kitchen.   When I got there, even with all of the lights out, I could see that something was very wrong.  The kitchen floor was covered in stuff.  A huge MOUND of soup cans and wood and stuff.  I looked up at the wall and saw this:

See that WHITE area there, that doesn't exactly match the surrounding beige?  Yeah, that's where our kitchen CABINET used to be.  Hung to the wall.

And now?

Now our cabinet- and ALL of our food- was on the kitchen floor...
but it was too early in the morning to be astonished.

I went to the bedroom, and slowly woke Mr. Peaches.  He went to bed later than I did Monday night (and packed my lunch again) so I thought it appropriate to ask, "Um...Mr. Peaches.  Good morning!  Did you know that our wall cabinet, the one full of all our food, is now on the floor?  Did I mention Good Morning?  Happy 7:15!"

And here is what Mr. Peaches and I saw in our kitchen- BEFORE OUR FIRST CUP OF COFFEE, MIND YOU- when we turned on the lights:

Before our first cup of coffee, Dear Reader!

Thankfully, somehow all of the pasta sauce- in glass jars- made it through the war.

And actually, what worries me the most is that neither one of us woke up when 100lbs of food and wood hit the ground from 6 feet up.

It was an appropriate way to start the day, considering what ended up lying ahead...