It's a simple request: "Momma, will you put together the Thomas track?" While other mothers groan at the request, I am delighted. I love to arrange the pieces of wood into new configurations. I constantly challenge myself to use all the pieces, to leave no joint empty. The problem is that the kids start playing before I've worked out the puzzle. I find myself getting very irritated, "I can't finish this if you don't leave me alone!"
Wait a minute; pause.
They couldn't care less if the pieces fit or if all the pieces are used. Truth is, it's all going to end up in a pile within the hour anyway.
We are also blessed to have a duplo Thomas track with lots of blocks for building sheds and fire stations. This morning after I had completed the track assembly (leaving track that went nowhere I must add), I set to work on the shed.
My downfall.
Of course the building has to be symmetrical and preferably the pieces must match. So when the boys joined in the construction project adding random blocks, I thought, "Just let me do it so it's right!"
I was quickly taken back to fond memories my childhood. My father with his engineering degree who made "perfect" buildings, and my usually mild-mannered mother who became obsessed with a generic "Pac-Man" game and never let us play which made me the video game-illiterate adult that I am today.
What can I say? It's in the genes.
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