I thought they would work together and I'd be able to sort of follow what they were doing. I was also hoping that I'd have some time to work through some of our things I hadn't had time to do. Instead, they worked in 2 different places, on different floors, both at lightning speed. So I spent 2 days running up and down the stairs, trying to make sure they weren't packing stuff I didn't want packed (which totally didn't work), and that certain things got extra padding.
Not that extra padding was much of a problem. I think each item that got wrapped was wrapped in 3 HUGE sheets of paper. I'm even more glad now that people on the other side have to unpack everything. And I understand why they won't transport matches too...the whole load is a massive combustion risk.
Huge irony on the first day: I took Bella in to daycare so she wouldn't be under our feet while we were packing and one of the packers showed up with his 4 year old daughter. It would have been alright if she had stayed with him, but instead she followed me around all day. And my mommy brain was checked out...so I wasn't quite emotionally prepared for it. The second day Bella was there too. And the little girl refused to play with her. So I spent more time that day interacting with Bella instead, which was way better. I guess there really is something different about your own child.
Anyway, by the end of all the packing we were living in a city of boxes. We're short...so this is a problem. I lost the dog more than once and the cat was in heaven. I got up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water...forgot about the packing thing, and was in the middle of the dining room in the pitch black before I remembered that I was surrounded in boxes and my memory of how to get to the kitchen without running into stuff was completely useless.
Luckily they moved our loading up a day so the boxes didn't stay long. More on that soon.
Have you ever had a packing debacle? I need people to commiserate with!