Lego

There was a time when I would stay up late dancing in ‘da club. (Cool people don’t use “the”) I could sleep until my internal alarm clock rang. I don’t even remember what it feels like to wake up well rested. Now, my alarm clock app chimes before the sun comes up.

I made the mistake of staying up late last night. It was just like the old days except I was building Legos. I promised my 5-year-old I would build a ship for his Lego Star Wars figures. We had actual ships intact for about 15 minutes before the pieces ended up in a bucket. My 3-year-old daughter has a tough time saying “Star Wars.” A few days ago she kept nagging her brother to play “Lego Star Whores.” My son, clueless to the definition, informed her, “There are no whores in this game. It is wars!” I suppose it depends on who you ask.

I had to build this space ship from scratch without any directions. I missed valuable reality TV time connecting block after block. The next thing I knew it was one o’clock in the morning. Does it make me a total loser or a good Mom? I am comfortable enough in my skin to be both. Plus, my son was tickled pink. I get to keep the “Best Lego Builder Ever” title for another day.

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