Christmas is over and the relatives have left. Now it’s my turn to clean up the aftermath. There are dishes still waiting to be cleaned, beds to be changed and dirty floors to be mopped.

I’m a practical person so I decided to start at the front of the house and work my way in. Also, my husband is putting in a wall heater in the far back office , and this way I don’t hear his drilling and swearing at the previous owners for shoddy workmanship.

Our tree is still up and will be until after New Year as I still love to sit in this room with the wood fire on and enjoy the tiny sparkly lights, sipping a glass of fine red wine ….anyways I digress.

I hate Legos.
There I said it.
I have stood on too many and yelled at all my kids for leaving them scattered on the floor. I instituted a no Lego out of the bedrooms rule , and yet, it still appears in the kitchen, the bathroom, in the yard , in the cars, once it was even on my bed , well you get the point.

Whilst I was vacuuming today in my pretty front room , I saw a glance of a little yellow Lego head. I did not hesitate but sucked it up. I actually smiled as I did so like some mad , heartless , sadistic housewife hell bent on cleaning her house with no care for her children’s feelings.

Slowly afterwards I started thinking of how that might be the piece they cry for because it’s missing, or that it’s somehow a special collectors block. I rationalized with myself that it’s too bad , that they shouldn’t have left it there in the first place and I had no choice but to suck it up. Then I turned on myself and berated myself for being a Lego sucking Monster that my children would despise.

Seriously now , this is Mothering 101 and I had 2 choices. Deny I had ever seen it, or do the right thing and fish it out the dust.

All of this over a 10c piece of plastic crap has me feeling guilty and now sifting through all of the dust and fur balls I just spent an hour cleaning up.

Aaaargh , they got me again.