Actually, my dad hasn’t done one thing to prepare for the move. He says he’s going to do something, then when I ask about it a couple days later, he says he hasn’t done it yet. I’ve got to step away or I’ll go nuts. Yes, I’m a perfectionist, and yes, I like to get things done before the last minute. But my dad, for whatever reason, isn’t doing what needs to be done. I haven’t been in his house in six years because he always has a reason I can’t go in. DH was there last week and glanced into the house from the garage (where he’s removing a pick up truck full of trash every two days!), and said it’s a hoarding situation. So I’m dealing with getting him into his apartment then I’m done. He can spend every day cleaning the house out, or it can sit there forever. I’m done offering to make everything easier for everyone else.