(I have also been halted by a broken radiator in the minivan, and another day lost to a flat tire. One of my cats had a life-threatening urgent medical problem that took half a day on Labor Day. That was an emotional day and was not at all what I had planned to do on the holiday.)
The related fall activities means the volunteer work the parents do has ramped up as well.
I had been unpacking at an insane pace with such fervor by hyperfocusing on the task, that some who know me and have seen the progress I made may wonder if I had ADHD or OCD. I have neither condition, but knew that doing much unpacking would become harder once homeschooling started so I worked like a maniac. The house is functional, but not optimally organized in every room.
None of the wall art has been unpacked and neither have any of the framed family photos that sit on horizontal surfaces. The place doesn't show who lives here since there is no evidence of baby photos or a wedding portrait. There are bare walls lacking artwork. Whatever.
My art studio and craft room is the lowest priority. The movers did not listen to my instruction and then later balked at my request to put boxes of homeschool books into the walk in closet. Instead they dumped them into the center of the craft room. I can barely walk in that room and the boxes are a jumble of boxes of yarn, art paper, paints, sewing supplies intermixed with heavy boxes of biographies, math texts, and history books. It is depressing and scary to contemplate tackling that.
I have hit a plateau with unpacking. In order for my kids to learn and meet deadlines for their classes, and to eat and sleep, I basically cannot unpack Monday through Friday. The kids have activities on weekends which interrupt the time. I am not happy about this but I am trying to accept that the fast pace of unpacking has hit a wall and trying to not feel badly about it. I am focusing my thoughts on the positive, thinking about all that we are accomplishing with learning and the extra-curriculars instead.
And I guess I'll have to purchase a second copy of Sister Wendy's Book of Painting since that is buried somewhere in the crowded and unorganized art and craft studio. At this rate I will never find it.
Update: I just got the call from my doctor that I am very low in Vitamin D and moderately anemic, two things which can give me fatigue. Now I have a biological excuse for feeling so tired and unable to get everything done that I want to do.