Caught... Trapped... Nowhere to run!

Totes, lovely plastic or Rubbermaid ones, are a pricey commodity.  During the other seasons I do a little tote shuffle.  The spring things go out...  They store in the summer boxes...  The summer stores in Halloween and autumn....  Which neatly goes into Christmas...  Which....   Uh.  Yeah.  I'm caught.  No big holiday until Easter.  So I have to grab a box...  Scribble on it...  And oh, honey, our decorations are a jumble...

But they are all put away.  My son packed, carried, stowed, and toted.  The incredible post holiday blues, empty bare home, and impending end to vacation...   They have converged like the perfect storm to my Andrea Dorea...  He fixed the road, and he tried my car...  Drat!  No excuses at all!