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We left DC at about 2pm. Our morning was crammed with cramming bags. But everything fit, and we didn't go over weight, so it was good. The drive to the airport was comfortable. And everyone was giddy with excitement!
Here is our luggage. This isn't even all of it. We had 25 pieces in all. And if you count personal items, it was 32. Check out the guy helping with the cart. He's awesome.
As you can see, Mads was perfectly fine on a plane for 6 hours. All the kids did really well. We just kept them connected.
I thought we would be like a circus walking through the airport, but no one really stared. It was disappointing. Not really. It was sure exhausting carting all this stuff around though. I think the people at the hotel in LA were shocked. I know they were wondering why we brought so much luggage on a trip to Disneyland.

Since we had such a rough day the day before, we were able to relax a bit during pack out. The packers got there at about 11. Seemed kind of late, but who am I to make a fuss? To my surprise, two women showed up at my door. Not to stereotype genders or anything, but it was just not typical. They were s l o w. And it’s not even because they weren’t good at it, or less experienced, or weaker, it is because they couldn’t stop talking to each other long enough to get any work done! They would gossip, pack a few things, gossip, get in an argument, gossip, pack a few things, and the pattern would repeat. It didn’t really bother me because I was able to hang out with the boys which is something I hadn’t gotten to do for a while. I even took a little nap! Then around lunchtime everything changed. The guys who take the boxes down to the truck arrived. They came in and realized the women were nowhere near ready, so they called in reinforcements. It was funny to us how the whole mood in our house changed. No more talking. No more laughing. No more arguing. Work only. But they got our stuff packed and out in no time at all. That was it. Our stuff was gone. I wish I would have taken a picture of our stuff being crated up downstairs. It’s not everyday you get to see your stuff being prepared for a long boat ride.
We left our empty house right away. We went to have dinner at Cheeburger Cheeburger one last time with the Patchs. And other than my waning cheery mood, everything was perfect.