three down, five to go

We managed to get three baskets emptied last night. We all gathered around in the living room and participated in the ritual. "This is kind of fun, Mama," my one boy said. It was like unearthing forgotten treasures, like the water bottle he'd thought he had lost and a host of oddities such as flints for a Zippo, some Sculpy cars made by the oldest boy about 8 years ago, a whole poopload of tacks, and a collection of expired credit cards.

The goal was only one per night. The baskets we managed to tackle were pretty easy ones. The ones coming up may be a bit more treacherous - they contain a lot of the stuff I got from Daddy's place just after he died. Those will be half-a-basket-per-night baskets, with plenty of breaks for tea and cookies.