How I know I really do hate packing:

We are leaving at 1 pm, and I still haven’t finished packing. Instead, I am editing my friend’s resume.

How I know Rob is happy to be moving to Chicago:

This morning, I’m running around frantically trying to finish packing up the car when I hear from the bedroom a half-asleep Rob singing to himself, “A wee-moweh, a wee-moweh, a wee-moweh, a wee-moweh … in the jungle, the MIGH-ty jungle, the LION sleeps TOOOONIIIIGHT! A weeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEE! A wee-um-um-away.”