Countdown Means Time to Panic

I was reminded this morning by Shaun that it's only 3 sleeps until we move to the new house. I've been so smug this whole time that I'm ultra organized and things have been chugging along with the packing. I have a couple of meals that I froze a few weeks ago that have been waiting for this week to be used so that I don't have to worry about packing the kitchen at the last minute. But there's still so much to do! The fridge is absolutely last minute. The computer: last minute. The laundry, the bed linens: last minute. It doesn't help that Shaun has preschool tomorrow so I think I'll delegate Craig to do the driving, and Shaun's kindergarden registration is Wednesday morning. I'm a control freak and I'm beginning to feel out of control!

Even though the move was fairly soon in comparison to how long some people wait to close a new home, it still sort of snuck up on me. Today's Monday, so there's tomorrow and the next day to get everything ready. That's not much time. And it's not even the packing that's left to do; that's nearly done. I'm worrying about making sure boxes are piled neatly for the movers so they can load them quickly and taping all the screws, etc. to the dismantled furniture so we can put it back together with ease. Nevermind all the clean laundry that I'm going to have to deal with in the meantime. I think we'll end up moving some laundry in laundry baskets and washing it at the new place.

And darn, I need more boxes. My guess: there's 60 in the garage at the new place. There's another 20 already packed and waiting in the kitchen and stacked in the hallway upstairs. I think I need 10 or so more. Ninety boxes!!!

3 sleeps.