I hate when I do that. Then I unpack and say, "Well, where is...??" and I may or may not find it until much later. Then I have to decide on whether I want to search for the original box or let it go.
I'm getting cold and I have a headache, so I'm going to call it a night. I'll see what I can find tomorrow that we can slither into, otherwise, we'll be stuck here for a while.
I told the boys to look for some of the decorations this year, and they didn’t find them, but now I know where they are for next year, since I packed up stuff today. Boys aren’t good at looking for things.