When Ellie was crafting with a friend a week or two ago, one of the boxes of beads got knocked off the table and created an epic spill. We swept it all up, I washed them off and got them dried, and then just put them back in the box all jumbled. It felt overwhelming to think about resorting them. When Mom was here today to babysit the girls, she took the initiative to sort them. She had done a good chunk by the time Greg and I got home from our date (our neighbor Paige's wedding reception). We jumped right in to help, and managed to get the box done before midnight.