So I cracked open the first bag bright and early this morning, to get started on the monumental task of packing.
The bag's now sitting on the living room floor with one winter coat in it, two toques and four belts.
It took me six hours to get that far.
B boy is downstairs with a couple of buddies making lots of noise. Christopher is there, too, on MSN with some girl from class. They seem happy.
I loathe packing. And I've already pointed out to my husband the injustice of me doing all this work (above mentioned coat, toques and belts), and him doing nothing and being absolutely useless. Twice.