I loathe the packing

The countdown is almost up! About a week and a half ago John made a moving countdown chain with my scrapbook paper to countdown the days until we move. He is so excited and smiles each and every time he packs a box. I on the other hand realized, once again, how much I really hate packing. The only motivation for me to keep going and packing up all our crap is the excitement of the new house. I don't mind UN-packing, it's just the packing part that I can't stand. I'm reminded of how many times I've had to do this in my lifetime (8 that I can remember....not that I'm counting). And that doesn't count the few times we moved when I was little and don't remember, and the several times my brothers and sisters have moved and I've helped. I don't even mind the moving part so much (unless there are a million stairs like we have now), it's really just the packing part. I think it's because I'm such a perfectionist and I like things to fit just right and be organized a certain way that it takes me longer. John says I'm complicating the whole process. He grabs a box, puts whatever he sees in the box and tapes it up. It drives me crazy watching him because I want to tear it open and re-pack it. I guess he's right, I am complicating it. So in an effort to not be so complicated, we had to have a little fun with packing and tease the boys because they haven't been much help. They seem a little scared at what's going on. Only 3 days left!!