They started loading everything up at 11:20. They didn't start very early. I wasn't given a time of when they would be done.
Finally at 4:30 PM we broke for lunch. I didn't eat breakfast so it was really rough going for me.
One of the movers commented that he thought it'd be a good week before we were done unpacking and I said "probably more like a month." I think I'll end up being right.
Before James left for the evening he wanted to make sure we had all the boxes. There were some gaps in what I had Xed off. He started looking at the list and saying things like "I know I unloaded this" and then cross it off. I was not liking this. I commented a few times. He claimed we would be able to tell my Xes from his. I was about to have another heart attack. He was going to cross off something that was not delivered and then we would assume it's in storage or in our apartment and not know it's gone. And we'd sign the thing saying we got it all because we're so fed up by the end. I was freaking out. Dave thought I was crazy. Couldn't James have marked his with a check or something or shown me the boxes instead of the assumptions? Just typing all this has me freaking out again.