The storage unit vs. the house I'm leaving

I was feeling pretty full of myself, or at least good about all the progress and fine organization I've been accomplishing "over at my storage unit." In fact, I just came from there, and although I'm all tired and sweaty, it was in a good way, y'know? I worked and worked and got things just about where I want them to be when the big stuff arrives there tomorrow.

Then I came home...

Today and a good portion of tomorrow the goal is merely to empty the drawers and shelves of all that inhabit them so that when it comes time to move the furniture, It'll be ready to go. Then I can spend the following few days organizing and continuing to pack those boxes the way I want them, get their colorful labels on 'em, and move them at my own pace. And empty all that's in the storage shed and attic.

Not feelin' so good right now. First, I have far more stuff than I ever realize. When it comes time to get it all in that space, it'd be great if it were somehow to morph into a lofted, two-storey-esque area, but alas, this is not the case. Square footage ain't a thing if it's all spread out on the floor. So I need to enhance my plan so it DOES work!

Or I could go to bed at 8 which would be way more fun...