gritting my teeth and saying over and over "I love my dad, I love my dad, I love my dad..."
Every Christmas, he has TWO jobs: drag the boxes of Christmas decorations from the nasty part of the attic (the rafters) to the good part of the attic (a large room that my brother used as a bedroom in his teen years) and put up the tree. After Christmas, I box everything up and take it all upstairs to the good part of the attic, then he slides it into the nasty part. There's absolutely no need for the Christmas decorations to be put so far back; the good part of the attic is plenty big enough. But Dad doesn't like "clutter" up there. He keeps some old magazines and some of his collectible firearms in the good part of the attic and has a cozy nook set up.
Anyways, I had everything properly boxed up and ready to drag to the nasty part of the attic. He moved everything some time late last week or maybe early this week. Honestly, this is an exertion he doesn't really need but he's stubborn and does what he wants. 45 minutes ago, I went to the attic to replace all the bags and boxes and ribbons in the two identical bins, which are clearly marked as to what the contents are, and the bin with the boxes is gone. The bin with the bags is a different bin--somewhat smaller--and the lid is missing. Now yes, during the chaos that was Christmas this year (the usual chaos plus working retail), I had bags and boxes spilling out of the bins but they were in the general vicinity of the bins and the lids were also close by. The Christmas decorations were on the other side of the good part of the attic. Oh, and all the decorative boxes were now in the lid of a paper box (where that came from, I have no idea) or in a large gift bag. So I crawled through the rafters to see what was going on with the Christmas decorations and a) yep, the bin for the Christmas boxes is with the other Christmas decorations (and with the properly marked lid on it) and b) it's filled with Christmas stuff that was in other places.
I just couldn't...I dragged the bin that's supposed to be for boxes out and filled it with boxes but I just left the Christmas stuff that was up there that shouldn't have been in that bin stacked atop other stuff. I'm thinking one day when I'm home and Dad's not (a rare occurrence), I'll go back upstairs, go through the Christmas decorations and put things in the right place. But not today.
