I hate Legos.

There I said it, I’m probably going to be kicked out of the mom club for admitting it.

Someone is going to take my minivan away, and I won’t be allowed at baseball practice anymore.

But it’s true, and it’s totally worth admitting “out loud”. 

I hate Legos… like for real.

Hate them.

Legos are basically a giant (expensive) puzzle that my kids have developed an emotional attachment to, and to be honest I really really dislike puzzles of any sort.

The pieces are everywhere.

They’re in the bathroom, in my bed, all over the kitchen floor, in their rooms, and in the car.

The sets never stay together. It’s almost as if the pieces repel each other.

My kids will be build a set and then 3 second late dismantle it, never to be able to reassemble it again (without help) because some stupid 1×2 got lost, eaten, vacuumed up, etc.

We have lots of rules about the Legos.

Things like Legos and carpet don’t mix. Legos can’t leave the kitchen, and when you’re done playing with the set it goes back in the box with the directions.

No one cares about these rules but me.

Seriously no one cares.

Sets are destroyed, mix and matched, and like I said before, pieces are EVERYWHERE.

I want to buy some super glue and glue those suckers together the second we assemble them.

Mr. Spreadsheets says this is a terrible idea, but he hasn’t spent many a morning hunting down pieces to reassemble Lego sets because “my brother smashed it!” and tears are flowing.

My kids fight over the Lego heads, swords, armor, and all the accessories.

Our kitchen table is no longer a place to eat, unless we have people over, it’s LegoLand. At any given time there are 2-3 major projects going on there (thank goodness we eat at the kitchen island).

I hear that Legos are a great toy to foster creativity and imaginative play, and I believe it. My kids can spend hours playing with Legos. AsthmaMan in particular is a big fan of Legos, he can build cities, vehicles, and guys- give him a box of random Lego guys and pieces and he’s entertained for hours.

But…

The pieces are so easy to lose, they’e expensive (let’s be honest, I’ve rarely paid so much for something so small), and they just don’t stay together.

I think it’s the part of my personality that loves order and organization that can’t handle the Legos.

I remember loving our giant box of mismatched Legos as a kid and not being the slightest bit bothered or concerned that sets weren’t together, that people were missing heads, and that I couldn’t find a piece. It was part of the fun of the playing with the Legos, the hunt for the perfect piece was a big part of the game. I spent hours with my siblings building with Legos.

But as a parent… I hate Legos.

I think we have another decade of Legos, maybe a bit less. I’m sure I’ll miss the Legos when they’re packed up and waiting for grandkids, but for now… I’m just trying to keep my frustration at bay and I’m still seriously considering buying some super glue.