Old, new house to New, old house

Wow, that sounds almost like a Dr. Seuss title. Instead it's a simple description of our piecemeal move. If you ever thought to yourself "I'd like to be completely stressed out while pretending to be totally in control of every situation and manage to smile even though my children have asked me no less than a zillion times when we'll be there and when will our stuff be there" I suggest you commit this post to memory!
  Our journey starts in the Spring of 2013 when we realized we would be renting a house in TN that is smaller than the one we were currently residing in. In my sheer excitement at the prospect of living in a town that boasts more than just a Wal-Mart, I agreed that the kids and I (and our less than stable dog, Ollie) would move 2 weeks ahead of my husband. The plan was simple: the packers and movers would come to our FL house, I would load up my van with boys and pet and get to TN to await the moving truck all while said husband stayed in our empty (and peacefully quiet) FL house and continue to work. Easy, peasy lemon squeezie...
  Well, when I told the kids not to ask me "are we there yet?" I had no idea how many variations they would come up with-"what time is it? how far have we gone? how much farther do we have? how many more miles until we get there? how many minutes has it been? will we be there before or after lunch? are there ninjas in Tennessee?"
  Once we got to our new, old house it was game on or so I thought! It took the movers 5 days to get there!!!!! Imagine being stuck in an empty house with 2 wild spider monkeys with very few snacks and no toys and still attempting to get something done. NOT. A. CHANCE. They were used to our old, new house.

Notice the huge yard and fence designed to keep them contained?