Things like this happen in my life now: We get a box full of rice and vegetables from our in-laws and my first reaction is “That box is mine”.
It says a lot that She Who Must Be Obeyed understood why I wanted the box, although she wasn’t real keen on me just tossing the rice and vegetables aside. (My reaction was: the floor looks clean, but just in case, make sure you cook the rice and vegetables thoroughly.)
Then I had the task of cutting open the box I’d already packed perfectly and feel kind of sad as I both undid and admired my handy work.
That said, I did a pretty good job of repacking, and even managed to get all the new ink (which prompted the repacking) in with room to spare.
Now I get to deal with the post office which in any part of the world, isn’t always fun, especially as I’ll be carrying three different packages all being sent different ways. That always makes for an interesting time.