22.4 Pounds

My boys know that when they are gone for several consecutive days, their rooms are fair game if they were left in a unapproved level of cleanliness.  Nolan is backpacking this week.  I couldn't see any carpet in his room.  His futon was buried under-who-knew what as well.  Today I started to attack his room.  I anticipate that it will take a day and a half for me to clean.  I started by removing all clothing from his floor.  Then, armed with a large black trash bag, I started picking up trash.  Nolan is garbage can challenged.  He has a trash can, but doesn't seem to be able to fill it.  After collecting the trash, I went to pick up the bag with one hand; it didn't come easily.  The bag was nearly full.  I had Jonathan haul up the bag while I carried up laundry and stuff that belonged upstairs.  Before taking the black bag of trash out, I had Jonathan weigh it... 22.4 pounds of trash is what I removed from Nolan's room.  Nasty.  While Jonathan is amused, he should be scared.  Next week, it's his rooms' turn and his stuff is scattered about in 3 different rooms.