I'm not panicking... I'm not panicking...

We pick up the keys to the new place in less that a week. "But surely you've nearly finished the packing, Andrea?" I hear you cry.

Nope. Not even close.

You see, the kids freak out whenever we put anything away. Felix and I spend most of our lives cleaning up the house at night, putting toys away and tidying up as best we can. The idea of being able to pack up the kid's stuff right now is ludicrous. Unfortunately, it's not just the kid's stuff the kidlets object to.

Dot had a HUGE freak out when I packed up my knitting books. Dot had a HUGE freak out when we packed up our excess clothes. Dot had a HUGE freak out when I tried to put away the vegetable peeler after I washed and dried it last week.

Current plan? Wait until we have the keys, spend nights packing up boxes and taking them across without the kids noticing. That way, no freak outs.

Now, to try and cull some yarn before the move...