Last night when Jay accompanied me home from our event, everyone was already sleeping.
I didn't want to wake Jeroen so I put my things down in the study.
Saw something really weird on the bed.
At first I thought the baby did it, but the baby wears diapers and baby shit doesn't look like that.
"I think it's cat shit," Jay said. "It happened to us before. A cat entered the house and left shit."
I had a bad feeling. I told Jay not to clean it up so I can show the maids in the morning that this could happen and how did it happen?
The rain started to pour. Jay went home and I stayed in the living room for a while to use the Internet. I had a bad feeling about the rain. It felt different.
I didn't want to sleep because I felt something was up.
Then at 9 AM the kids woke me up. They had just arrived from the tutor. The street was flooded and the driver's room was getting flooded. Eventually the rain did enter the house. The first thing we did was move the cars to a higher ground. And then the water rose downstairs. Everything there is gone. I would say almost everything.
Jeroen was in a meeting in Ortigas and was able to come home by cab. A kind cab driver brought him to our street and he walked all the way home. I really needed to see him home. Nothing like Dutch decision making. He is really sharp when it comes to things like this.
All the maids were panicking trying to save I don't know what since everything is ruined.
I called a house meeting and told them to stop, change their clothes. I handed disposable panties. I told them I'll just give them a bonus so they can buy whatever they lost. Just please stop wading in the flood to save whatever. Stop.
The boys were crying. I told the boys to pray.
I called the nuns in Lipa. I called my dad, Becky, Patrice, our neighbor's daughter, Jude, Grace, Daphne, Michael, Jay.
It's still raining cats and dogs. We're waiting for it to stop, although a good sign is I can hear some birds chirping. My stomach is grumbling. We have no electricity. We can't cook. I've only had Cheetos and Coke, but I can always lose some weight.
I'm updating on a laptop and Smart Bro.
I told Ben, God is still good. It's gonna be OK.
We're just waiting for the rain to stop, the water to go down, the electricity to go back, the water back. Wanna be able to flush the toilet, eat something nice and hot.
And then tomorrow hopefully we can deal with the mess downstairs. All the flooring is gone. The aircons, washing machines, all the maids' stuff. All the boys books. I went down, thigh deep in the dark with a flash light, only to save my baby albums. My slippers are missing, floating somewhere.
I think about the people who will lose everything right now, who are dying.
I'm thinking about Fabella hospital, the women giving birth, the babies. The flood gets really bad down there.
Please pray for us, all of us in the Philippines.
Keep safe and dry.
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