Well... despite getting only a couple hours of sleep and taking care of two sick kids I managed to throw everything I wanted the movers not to pack into the little side area in the attic.
At least I hope I did.
I am not actually sure. I just kept throwing things upstairs haphazardly so everything is in a jumble -- clothes are mixed up with books, papers, electronics, snacks, school supplies, and toys. It looks like an explosion. It took me 20 minutes to find my cell phone charger.
I got done around 7:15 and sat down to breathe. The movers pulled up 15 minutes later. I almost started crying.
In the end the day went relatively smoothly. We've had a lot of movers over the years... and these have to be three of the nicest guys... They made my day by being endlessly cheerful, funny, and kind.
So we survived day 1.
Nikki perked up and was bubbly and chipper by noon. Ben slept most of the day. Poor kid -- he missed his going away party at school today. I hope he wakes up feeling revived... I would hate for him to miss the field trip tomorrow, too.