My husband cleaned out the attic recently.
By cleaned, I mean he moved all the contents of the attic and dispersed them elsewhere.
My oldest son was complaining about the debris in his room, so I went through and tried to stuff some of it in the totes my husband bought to store the attic contents... and found that the lid for one has already disappeared. Not useful without a lid. But, I did manage to get one box of crap, I mean items, boxed up.
We have a set up in our city in which you pay the city to pick up so many items, and we've been taking advantage of that lately, but my husband's work schedule dramatically changed, and he keeps forgetting to go to the city management building to arrange it. That's thrown a wrench in things.
Its also thrown a wrench in lunchtime. He has been home for lunch for years, giving me opportunity to prepare it. Now he's not. Cooking with Ares in the kitchen... well, its comparable to cooking with an agitated elephant underfoot.
I've also noted I need mustard oil.