Packing Anxiety

I arrived at my classroom (my old classroom, I mean) at about 10 and worked until about 3. I still didn't get finished! I would probably not be having so much trouble if I had been a little bit more organized during the school year. As a result, I am having to organize as I pack--yuck!!! In the past, packing up my room just meant tossing everything into boxes so they could move it into the hallway, wax the floors, and move everything back into the room. Unfortunately, I now have to move to a different classroom, in a different building, where I will be teaching different classes. Needless to say, this has complicated the packing process. For one thing, I will no longer be teaching an enrichment class, so all of the materials I used for that class are no longer needed. Some of the materials I used for my enrichment class which I am now bringing home or donating to other teachers: plastic dropcloth and bamboo rods (for making kites), deckles and molds (for making "papyrus"), short dowels with the ends whittled into skinny triangles (for making cuneiform tablets), bamboo shiskebab skewers (for making platonic solids mobiles), crochet cotton and cardboard pizza rounds (for making string-art), about a dozen boxes of flat toothpicks (for making bridges), and other assorted crap. My enrichment class was fun because it was a creative outlet for both the students and me, but it was also a lot of work. I am glad to be finished with it. It means I will be going from 5 preps to 4. Lucky me!
Also, I am no longer the student council advisor. I have a whole locker filled with half-used rolls of crepe streamers, balloons, napkins, paper plates, Chinese lanterns (from the Cinco de Mayo dance), and penny-war collection jars that need a good home, elsewhere.
Today, whenever I would begin to feel as if I was making real progress, I would remember that I still had 3 crap-filled lockers out in the hallway and several crap-filled boxes in a storage room elsewhere. Then I would almost start hyperventilating. This is why I don't even think about looking for a new house. I don't care if it is a buyer's market. We have been in the same house for almost 20 years and the memory of the move (December 17, 1989) still sends shivers down my spine. I plan on dying in this house.
I have to run my daughter around to some doctor/dentist appointments tomorrow morning, but after that I am back to my former classroom. I really want to finish up tomorrow. Good night.