### Found
* Too much Gladware.
* Six boxes of Jiffy corn muffin mix.
* A purple mitten.
### Discarded
* {1/2} cup of cake flour in a huge box.
* A square of baker’s chocolate with a Rebecca-sized bite taken out of it.
* A mostly-empty bag of sticky rice.
### Left for later
* A purple storage container full of beading supplies. (MC, any interest?)
* Cleaning the microwave.
So, after a busy morning of going to the courthouse to take care of paperwork and fixing lunch with no bread in the house (must bake bread, and soon) and taking Rebecca to gymnastics and finishing up the day’s lessons, I finally settled down by the front door and did a preliminary sweep through the boxes stacked next to it.
### Found
* A school-aged children census form from May (but it doesn’t count, because I did ask them to resend it and they never did).
* A Queen CD.
* The One Ring (again).
### Discarded
* One bag full of ripped up credit card applications.
* Two feathers from my feather duster.
* Three BH&G magazines full of space-saving ideas for houses that are three times the size of mine.
### Left for later
* Six inches of paperwork (still in envelopes) that needs to be filed later this evening.
Matthew and the kids are outside finishing the shed while I’m dealing with the house. Last night I baked cinnamon rolls so that there was something for breakfast other than toast; alas, they tend to evaporate rather quickly with the kids.
### Found
* Origami paper.
* A million Bic black pens.
* A pair of moccasins, size 11.
* A tin whistle and a wooden fife.
* An Elm manual.
* Ten pes{o~}s.
* A collection of Matthew’s 5{1/4}” floppy disks, including such classic titles as Bankstreet Writer.
### Discarded
* An “under construction” sign.
* Two bags of paper trash.
* A jingle bell, minus the jingle.
### Rendered accessible
* The DVD/CD cases.
* The bookshelves.
* The floor.
### Found
* A book of songs belonging to Matthew’s mother.
* IRS forms from the 2004 tax year.
* Assorted CD/DVDs.
### Discarded
* Two bags of assorted garbage, primarily paper and broken crayons.
### Left for later
* One blue box of pens, etc.
My arms hurt. Both of them.
BIGGER BALL OF SUCK.
My grandmother (to whom I owe thank you notes, yes, yes, must write thank you notes) sent Rebecca a package of four little mirror/makeup compact playthings with a sticker where the makeup would be. I headed upstairs to take care of chores while the kids divvied up the loot.
When I came back downstairs from folding the laundry, both of them were on their backs on the carpet racing lights across the ceiling. “Look, Mom, a video game on the roof!”
At the end of my rope, I say to Marcus, “Throw on a pair of shoes and go outside.” From the general direction of the kitchen, I hear a thud, then an “ow!”, then a thud, then another “ow!”. This goes on for a minute or so.
“Mom, you can’t throw on a pair of shoes. It’s impossible.”