I've Got Boxes, How About You?

My husband owns his own company. This means that he works most of the time---iPhone, Laptop, email, texting, you get the idea.
So when he asked me if I could help him with something for his work, I said yes...plus the fact that he said he'd pay me by the hour AND I could have a friend come help me and he would pay my friend too! Score!
The task wasn't hard.  Box, label and ship 2000 small items.  Yes. I just typed 2000.  It didn't sound like such a huge thing when we were discussing this before Thanksgiving.  He and I both figured it would be something fun that my friends and I could do as an assembly line with the sweet bonus of getting paid to hang out and chat. Super Fun!!

Not.

He ordered the boxes before Thanksgiving in hopes we could do this in early December.  When the boxes arrived on December 24, I should have known it was a bad sign.
My friends were all busy with their families, so we enlisted the help of our 3 kids.  2 days later I was still taping boxes and my kids were still stuffing boxes and my husband was still trying to print out labels from the US Postal Service website.
Here is a photo of my dining room at the exact moment I was about to pull my hair out and tell my husband  (whom I love very much) that if he ever in his life had a thought of using me, my friends, or our children as a distribution center he should put that right out of his sweet little head before I beat him senseless.

Excuse the quality as I took this with my iPhone. Those boxes are stacked all around my table. 

In a moment of clarity, he decided to pay the UPS people to box, label and ship the remaining 1500 items.  In that same moment, he also called the Post Office to cancel the order for the remaining 1500 boxes.  So I'm done with the boxes, right?
No.
Look what showed up on my front stoop yesterday morning....

Yes! The 1500 box order that we had cancelled a week before! Anyone need a box?  I've got plenty.