Okay. So now, working with the audience, let me set the scene. 
My eldest son goes to University. Where he attends is exactly one and a half hours drive almost straight west from his fathers home where he is spending the summer.  I am located one and a half hours drive from the summer location, in between his summer location and university location but north.
So picture a rectangle, me being located on the top and his summer location the bottom right, university location bottom left.
His first year now complete, he finds out his roomate flunked out and now he must find another roommate or another location to live.  He finds a place and we arrange for him to move from his present location (lease ends end of July) to the new place. Even though he does not have to be back at school till first of September, it is easier and cheaper to take the place one month early than to move everything he owns back and forth.  On the day we are completing the paperwork for the new place he decides he does not want to pay for a month that he is not going to be there and changes everything to reflect a September 1st move in day. Argghhh.  Okay fine, I say and then outline the plan for the moving.  I knew then that I had a biopsy scheduled for this week and that the first two weekends in July I would be spending helping my daughter move. Since I was not sure how I would feel after biopsy, or if I would be up to another move afterward, we scheduled his move for the 18th of July.  I spoke with him every week up to the past weekend, several times, reminding him of the date, did he have boxes, was he getting ready etc etc.  Two days before the planned move – he decides he wishes he could move right into new place.  Argghhh!  I called the new landlord (she must think we are nuts now) and she said NO – that was original plan but he changed mind and now we have made other arrangements.
So fine, on the Friday (the day before the planned move), I called at 10 am to tell him that he would not be able to move into new place and we would just stick with the plan. Are you ready?  Oh, yeah, its all good Mom! Okay, I will meet you at the apartment between 9:30 and 10:00 am so we can load. I want to get to it early as they are calling for rain later in afternoon and it will be alot of driving for me.  No problem, my buddy and I are driving up either early in the morning or maybe on Friday night. Do you need boxes?  No, I am good!  Kay!
Fine – please keep in mind I work two jobs. One full time day – Monday to Friday, and a second job – usually a couple nights a week. AND keep in mind, I have already spent the previous two weekends moving my daughter.

So, Saturday morning, like the good Mom I am, I wake up at 7 am, feed the pets, do a couple of things, shower and off I go – trailer in tow – for the hour and a half drive to his apartment.  When I left, I sent him a text – “I am on the way – hope you are too”. Half an hour later, still no response, so I start calling (being a 18 yr old boy and it being the morning after a Friday night – I figure he might have overslept).  I get his voicemail and leave a message. Twenty minutes later he calls. Oh, I thought you were coming to get me here (the summer location).  WHAT?? I am halfway to apartment. Well, he says, My buddy bailed and my car is in the shop and I have no way to get there.  OMG!  How would I know this, I am not a mindreader.  So, first I briefly pondered going by myself and doing it but I can’t lift the furniture by myself so, ready to strangle someone, I get off the highway (from my place) and drive south half an hour to another highway (to go to his place). Which is an hour and twenty minutes in the OPPOSITE direction. I am mad but rather than tell him to forget it (because of his total inability to plan, stick with a plan or remember a plan), I figure I should just get it done nomatter what it is going to take.
Finally I pick him up, (he brings four boxes) and I have to fill up because tank is now empty and off we go for another hour and a half drive straight west to his apartment.  By now I have already been driving for three hours.
As we are driving, I ask, is everything ready? Well, sort of, it shouldn’t take long, he replies.  Well, how long do you think it will take to load everything?  Maybe an hour, he guesses.
WE arrive.  Nothing is packed, nothing is taken apart, dirty dishes still in sink, frig still full, bed still made etc etc. He has only four boxes to pack the whole apartment.  I grit my teeth, bite my tongue and get to it.  I assign he and his friend to dismantle the big furniture (bed, desk, shelves, entertainment unit) and take down window coverings.  I tackle kitchen. I pack all dishes from cupboards and scrub down, wash the dishes so they can be packed, empty and scrub frig, scrub oven. I then proceed to gather all laundry, strip bed, pack bathroom etc etc etc.
Four hours later, we are finally ready to leave.  I must drive him back to his summer location to unload a few items only, then drive half hour north to leave a couple of things at my sisters (where I had to unload half of trailer just to get to those items) and then another 20 minutes north to drop the rest at my storage unit.  From there another hour to get home.  And of course, all his dirty laundry still in the back of my car. Got home at 10 pm – absolutely wiped out!
And guess what, I get to do it all over again in September.
I have learned a valuable lesson here – the next time, if he is that unprepared when he needs my help to assist in his arrangements – I will turn around and make him figure out how he is going to manage.   I am getting too old for all of this.
I may have spent two weekend moving my daughter, but, everything was packed and ready, she arranged friends to be there to make the loading quick and she had already cleaned everything.  It went well except for the torrential downpour we drove through which soaked everything and was the reason we had to finish the following weekend. 
I have four children – two boys and two girls (ages 15 – 23). 

To me, at least as a single parent, boys are harder to raise.

What do you other parents think? Are girls or boys harder to raise??