I will not say what he said when I pointed him to the very large cases with the fleece. I told him that it wasn't yarn, it was proto yarn.
After that I was pretty sure they had it all, till he called me to my bedroom and asked what the heck that box sitting in the corner was. I had missed one small box when I built the wall of yarn, it seems.
As they moved tables and mattresses, they loudly wondered if these things were filled with yarn. They kept it up all day and we all had a lot of fun with it. Lest you think less of him, I must let you know, he has a thing for motorcycles. He thinks they cost more. I am not so sure.
As they unpacked the truck at my new home, my job was directing traffic and they moved boxes. Yarn to the back. About 2/3 of the way through the unpacking, one of my boys came to me looking pretty upset.
'Mom' he said, 'You have a major problem.' He asked me to come to the back room. He was concerned because the big walk in closet was full and there still were dozens of containers in the big back room plus the big fleece bins.
He was so proud of helping me by putting the bins in the closet, stacked all nice and tidy, and he really was heart broken that he couldn't fit any more large containers in there.
I hardly had the heart to tell him that if you stack the bins with the short side to the wall, you could fit two extra towers of yarn in, not to mention the full containers that could yet fit if you moved the half height ones out or the small tubs that will sneak on top. The vast majority of my yarn lived in a 4 foot wide by 2 foot deep closet and I have no reason to believe that it won't all fit in here. The lace will still reside on the bookcases and the sock yarn will still live in the cube footstools. It will be fine.
If it won't all fit, well, I guess I will just have to knit it up. Such a shame. :)