So if you read my about me line at the top of this page you will notice that it states I am a perfectionist. Really that is a polite way of saying obsessive compulsive. Keep that mind while reading this blog or might finish with the mindset of my husband which is, "she's crazy!"
My son has become a Lego maniac and so any time he gets paid for doing his chores he buys legos. Usually I help him put them together straight from the package because I know all of the pieces are there and it will be quick and easy. A few weeks ago when the Lego fetish began my husband said that we should just store the legos in one giant tub so that we didn't block the little man's creativity by having separate tubs for each set that he bought. I agreed having never been too interested in legos as a child, thus not having much experience in storing them.
Last night my son asked me to build legos with him and he wanted me to build all of the vehicles from the kits he had purchased. I agreed thinking it couldn't take longer than an hour to build seven Lego cars with instructions. Let me tell you, I was naive to the complicated nature of finding tiny pieces in a giant tub. After an hour and 15 minutes this is what I had.
So I continued working not able to accept defeat by a toy marked for 5-7 year olds. It took forever and caused a tremendous amount of frustration for someone of my perfectionist character. There were times when I would rather having been pulling weeds or scraping gum off the bottom of school desks than building with legos. After two and a half hours and some reinforcement by Mr. Man I accomplished a truck, an ATV, five men, an ATM, and two dogs (the men and dogs were already built).
Since this evening of pure fun, I have decided that the legos must be organized by either color or Lego shape or I will ban myself from Lego playing for eternity because I clearly lack the Lego talent, or patience!