Moving with a toddler = nonexistant progress
It all started with a box of books. Grace helped me pack a shelf of her books into a box. It went relatively easy until I tried to tape it shut. She told me not to give away her books. We decided not to touch her stuff until the last possible moment.
Then Matt decided to pack up the stuff under the kitchen sink. She's not even allowed under the kitchen sink, but as soon as she saw the box, she started screaming and hyperventilating and crying uncontrollably. We decided we wouldn't pack when she is in the house.
The boxes are piled everywhere. In fact, one box has become her personal car, but she still finds things that are "missing". Take the clock on the wall. Matt packed it one day when we were out of the house. Grace came in and repeatedly asked where the clock was. It got to the point where we had to unpack the clock and put it back on the wall.
This packing stuff is not all it's cracked up to be.
One more week. I wonder if Grace will let us pack. We're down to the wire now.