I'm almost too tired to type... and I think it may be a few days before we all totally recover from the extreme-packing that went on yesterday. I'd planned so carefully, packing each night after the girls went to bed... but in the end it still came down to the wire with Paul, Nani and Grumpa up late last night packing the truck while I collapsed after three days stacking boxes in a hot U-haul.
I thought that my head was going to explode last night... and the headache still hasn't quite gone away. I woke up with the somewhat serious question floating around my mind of whether I could have actually damaged the top part of my brain from stacking boxes in the oven like U-haul for hours... I know... probably not... it's just what it feels like!
I did learn that I could a) move a giant box that weighted well over a hundred lbs by myself b) figure out how to tie down a load in a U-haul while balancing on my tiptoes on top of a table and a bookshelf hoping nothing falls on me or breaks under me and that I could c) just keep moving even when the temperature outside was in the triple digits and the temperature in the U-haul was approaching "broil."
I'm very glad that it's all over.
Now Paul just has to get it from one side of the country to the other. I will be so relieved when I hear that he's safe and sound on the other side of the country. I can't imagine how exhausted he is today!
There are pictures somewhere... I'll try to find the computer/camera cable tomorrow...