Packing, schmaking!

We are moving on Monday, and I am pretty sure I will packing right up to the very second we close the door on the moving truck. I think that I have packing ADD. I have at least a dozen half-packed boxes scattered around my apartment. What is the deal with that? I have no idea. I start to pack a box, and then after a few minutes, I quit. Sometimes I get bored. But most of the time, I give up because I can't figure out how to pack the box effectively. My kitchen has the most half-packed boxes. You try to fit a number of odd shaped small kitchen appliances and gadgets in a box! It is pretty much impossible to pack some of this stuff up without leaving large pockets of open space in the box. I have decided that open space is okay as long as everything makes it into a box. And if my husband asks why the blender is the only thing in a rather large box, I will most likely give him the glare of death and tell him that if he thinks he can do better, then he can do it himself because I'm bored with it!