I mailed some boxes of stuff to the States. I dropped off a pile of books at the Embassy lending library. And I shredded insane amounts of paperwork from my files.
(I also put some more kids' toys in the trash/donate piles, but ssshhhhh - don't tell the kids.)
All told, I got rid of about 30 pounds of stuff.
To celebrate, I went to Fatburger and ate about 5 pounds worth of good old American junk food. So, while I may not have gotten lighter, my household effects did. And that's good. Packout starts one week from tomorrow. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity to go clutter-free. Okay, it's a once every 2-3 years opportunity, but it feels as though it's taking a lifetime, so there's that.
After my productive morning, I came home and told the girls to get their swimsuits, because we were going to the pool to celebrate.
I hate the pool. Hate it. But Kyra loves it, and I decided it was time to earn my mother-of-the-year award. So we got dressed and ready to go. The girls cheered. I ran into the garage to grab some goggles and toys, and that's when it happened.
Splat. I heard a squishy sound on the floor directly behind me, and when I turned around, I discovered that a chunk of the garage ceiling had fallen directly behind me. Worse, it was pouring down water. And I could see a water stain spreading and bubbling across the ceiling.
We didn't go to the pool. The pool came to us!
Actually, we spent the afternoon watching workers try to stop the leak. They were here for over two hours before telling me, in Chinese, that the blah-blah was definitely blah-blahed and they'd come back tomorrow morning to blank the blank. I asked if it was the air conditioning unit. Yes, they confirmed, the AC was broken. Can we still use it? I asked. Yes, they replied, just don't blank the blank until we blankity-blank. Ummmm... okay, thanks! I think.
I went out to the sunroom where Kyra was watching TV to tell her we could go to the pool now. But she was fast asleep. So here I am in my blankity-blank swimsuit, waiting for her to wake up and whine that she wanted to go to the blank-blank pool.
Blank it. There's always tomorrow. Maybe I can lose another 10 pounds by then.