I have a love hate relationship with Legos.

If you have kids under 10, I’m guessing that you’ve experienced this dichotomy.

There are moments when Legos are the best thing since sliced bread, and other moments when Legos are just… the worst. 

Do you know what can entertain kids for HOURS and doesn’t involve a screen?

Legos.

Do you know what inspires creativity and teamwork?

Legos.

Do you know what can entertain kids from 1 (yep 1) to 99…

Legos.

Do you know what toy is so durable it can be passed down to future generations?

Yep, Legos.

So Legos are pretty great.

Harry Potter is amazing at Legos.

He can take a set and the instruction manual and return a bit later with a completed Lego creation.

No assistance, just following directions.

Maybe I need to get him a Lego instruction manual for cleaning his room … hm… something to think about.

I like to tell myself that Legos are a “learning activity”. I mean they’re basically like sitting down and practicing math problems or reading a book… right?

As much as I love Legos… I also really hate them.

If you’ve ever stepped on a Lego in the middle of the night you’ve experienced that momentary surge of anger that only Legos can elicit.

But as much as I hate stepping on Legos, I hate how they breed even more.

I swear one misplaced Lego piece turns into 40 random pieces in the blink of an eye.

My house is infested with Legos.

They are everywhere.

I’m not talking about whole Lego creations (though those are everywhere too), I’m talking about little random pieces, particularly weapons, helmets, and heads.

I woke up with a Lego stuck to my cheek one morning.

I was sleeping in my own bed.

There were Legos in my bed…

Let me just emphasize that for you… I woke up in my own bedroom, in my own bed, with a Lego STUCK TO MY FACE.

The last timed I played with Legos for fun was… two decades ago. I can’t really conceive a reason that Legos belong in my bed… thinking about it… nope, I’ve got nothing.

The Legos are everywhere and they’re multiplying.

My other pet peeve… Lego sets rarely stay together.

I have a system for keeping those bad boys together people.

I bought perfect boxes so my little Spreadsheets would have a box for each Lego set. Coincidentally, these boxes fit perfectly into their toy shelves (“coincidently”, that’s adorable when I pretend I didn’t hunt down these perfectly sized boxes after researching Lego bins for months).

I thought this would be amazing, each box had a picture of the set on it, a place for the directions, and plenty of space for the finished product.

The little Spreadsheets don’t care about the system.

They’ve mix and matched sets, removed the “guys” aka minifigs, and basically disregarded my system entirely.

I can’t tell you how much I want to be like Lord Business and use the Kragle to glue those sets together once and for all.

Let’s forget about the annoyance of finding Legos stuck to your face when you’re in your 30’s… let’s talk about how much Legos cost and how quickly they are lost.

If you’re thinking the cost should be proportional to their size… you’re way off track and haven’t purchased many Legos.

Legos are… expensive.

They don’t go on sale or clearance… they’re just expensive ALWAYS.

And when you lose pieces you’re basically losing money, right?

Just thinking about the Legos has raised my blood pressure… breathe… don’t think about the Legos… breathe….

I’d say we have another decade of Legos at our house and then I can pack up the mismatched sets and save them for the grandkids… I mean what kid doesn’t want a huge box of hand me down Legos?