My youngest son is a builder. He’s built fantastic lego creations and is currently working on his interpretation of the Hagia Sophia. I think he just likes to say the name.

But my youngest is NOT a cleaner. In fact the picking up of pretty much anything has been a challenge to us as parents since he was two years old. You would think that having effectively the same conversation over and over would somehow make the process easier. But it does not. Case in point this morning:
Me: Boys we need to pick up the living room because I just stepped on a lego again!

Jr: *dramatic sigh then the reluctant beginning of picking up*

LilB: *does not hear anything after boys because the words picking up were uttered stares blankly at his mother*

Me: Lil’B lets work on picking up your Hagia.

LilB: It’s broke I have to fix it. *commences to build for next five minutes*

Me: Can we pick up these loose legos over here?

LilB: I need those they are for a thing. *still building*

Me: LilB we need to pick up. Lets try getting these put away *motions to the mini figs on the floor*

LilB: *excessively dramatic sigh complete with melodramatic laying on the floor*

*finally picks up the mini figs and walks them to the drawer*

*sits down to build again*

Repeat x eleventy billion times for the eleventy billion lego pieces.

*AAAAGGGGHHHHHH*

Total time spent picking up legos today was about 2 hours. I must take constant small breaks or my frustration level becomes an issue. Jr. picked up his half in about 20 minutes including five stops to blow his poor nose. Colds on top of lego picking up made for long morning indeed.