Twelve days of moving…

On the 12th day of packing, anxiety gave to me:
Twelve “Are you sure you have enough boxes?”
Eleven “Where’s the marker?
Ten “The tape was just here a minute ago”
Nine “You want what? Sorry it was packed ages ago”
Eight “Get out of that box Smudge! It was taped for a reason!”
Seven “Please don’t let there be four hours between the two elevator times”
Six “Yes I handed in the written notice”
Five “Five gold-ish keys!!!”
Four “The liquor store has boxes”
Three “This would be cute in the new place”
Two “It’s going to be wonderful… once the move is done”
One “I got accepted? Yipee!!!!”

a packing meme