Got Boxes?

I DO! More than anyone should ever need....
So, we have been in our house for five days now, and I have maybe, MAYBE, half of the boxes unpacked. I am sitting in a chair with my husband's laptop on my lap writing this, surrounded by boxes and stuff that has no home yet. Oh, joy. I want my computer, but I need to set up my desk first, which needs to be painted and then brought up from the basement, then furniture and boxes must be moved to make room for the desk, and more boxes must be opened to find all the pieces of my computer, then the stuff that is found alongside the computer pieces must find a temporary home because it would be too much to ask that a permanent home be ready for it all, now wouldn't it? Never mind the mountains of paper that come out of said boxes and take over the house before we get a chance to smooth it out and stack it and stash it in the attic for the next move, in the indeterminate future, which did I tell you will be our LAST? I swear an entire forest was killed to make all the paper those mover guys stuffed into all those boxes. I cannot see all that paper go into a landfill! Must. Reuse. Paper. And. Boxes.
Seriously, all is going as well as can be expected. It is just a lot slower a process than I remembered. And a lot more boxes.