'Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup'

This week has been intense. Actually that is putting it mildly. We finally have the green light for our preview trip to Lagos which despite my previous statement is a good thing because I can get a lot of my questions answered (and fears put to rest). But it also signals that the move date is looming and somehow, I still have an endless "To Do" list. Some people seem to understand this and others just tell me it will all work out. Clearly I am doing something wrong because I can assure you, it is not working out. My house is trashed and I really hate a messy house, especially since I have probably spent more time in it in the last month than the past 3 years combined. The garage is filled with piles and piles of stuff that I personally have put there with these really reassuring notes to myself like:

"SORT THROUGH THIS ASAP!"

"DO NOT PACK THIS!"

"SELL? DONATE? TRASH?"

I mean at the end of the day, it really won't matter because the packers just come and it all happens at warp speed. But herein lies the issue.  I can clearly remember the day our shipment arrived in Australia and how desperate I was to find the baby things (Clayton was only a few weeks old) and Kerrigan's toys. My clothes, my coffee maker, my dvds, the things you really long for and miss. And do you know what you open instead?

1. Dirty laundry
2. What used to be a drawer full of semi-dead pens and pencils with no erasers
3. Heaps of crappy sippy cups that are probably seeping BPA or whatever that toxin is
4. Previously pressed clothes that are now at the bottom of a wardrobe box with heaps of crappy hangers stuffed inside (and WIRE HANGERS AT THAT!!)
5. Legos that will never create anything, ever. 
6. Puzzles that are missing pieces that are now a continent away and in a house you no longer own.
7. Old make-up you told yourself was still "good". 
8. Squirty bath toys with that nasty black moldy water inside
9. Dish towels that are far more tired and dingy than you remember even when you lovingly displayed them in your kitchen for all to see.
10. A black octopus of cords and chargers bigger than your kid labeled "OFFICE"

Alas, this is what I have been doing. Trying to sort, purge and organize our house so that what does eventually get shipped will at least be useful and not greeted by a huge groan. The thing is I know I should be doing other things- seeing friends, going to our favorite restaurants, saying goodbyes.

Honestly, unraveling a huge pile of cords is just a lot easier right now. 

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