What do you do when you're swimming in unpacked boxes on a slow, Saturday morning and can't bring yourself to unpack another?
That leads to a game of smash the mole in which your husband grabs your cut out sun roof and gently whacks anyone in the head that pops out long enough to get whacked. Have no fear, no children were whacked hard enough to stop coming up for more.
You then decide to do what anyone who has ever run out of room does and build up. Another box becomes a tower complete with a window that opens and closes so you can see when your dad is sneaking up on you.
I'd like to thank our moving company for providing us with the biggest boxes I've ever seen for that afternoon of entertainment. The kids played chase with Sunday, ate snacks, read, and rested in their new fort and I got some more boxes unpacked in peace.