(Needed to slip in a vague REM reference here.)
The packsters have done their work, and once again, for the third time in under two years, we're on the move. Actually, they didn't entirely do their work, as they left the pantry pretty much not done, and also didn't do anything with my desk drawers. But whatever, they mostly did the work, and we didn't, and that was the point.
One thing that I will say about moving is that doing entirely yourself sucks. Everyone knows this, but it's not until someone else does most of the work and drives your shit cross-country that you realize that it's worth it at any cost to have someone else do it. I can thank Microsoft for that the first time. This time around, it's on my tab, but it's not horrible. It's still worth every penny.
Simon was particularly stressed out about the whole packing thing. He was very whiny and clingy, and I really felt bad for him. You can't explain to an 18-month-old what's going on. When I started to really think about it, I started to feel bad about the move, because he really loses the most. He loses this beautiful neighborhood with wide sidewalks, walking trails and playgrounds literally every other block. He won't have his young cousins just down the road. His play friends that he's known since birth (and their moms) won't be around. He won't get to go to any more Caspar Babypants concerts. I know that he's young and will adjust, but I feel pretty bad about disrupting his world like this.
I hope that we're able to get some leisure activities in this weekend. Tomorrow we're going to try again to go up to Sunrise.