I Hate Puzzles...

Okay, not really. I don't hate the kind they sell for people over 3 feet tall and I could sit for hours piecing one together. I hate kid puzzles. There, I have said it and now I will be forever known as the worst homeschooling mother in the face of the planet. And I don't really care.

Xena and C'sa share the best room in the house. Literally. Their room is larger than the master bedroom, has a nice closet, cool architecture (think "barn shaped") and is decked out nicely. It is also the room I abhor the most. These two have no concept of what it means to "pick up and put away". Therefore, said room usually looks like a storm hit.

I have decided that enough is enough and they are getting a clean sweep. At least 50% of their toys are heading out to our local thrift shop, if not straight to the curb! Today I have been diligently pursuing this dream of a tidy and simplified room for my two peanuts and it involves every nook and cranny of that room. Can you guess what recurring theme keeps popping up in every nook and cranny? You got it... puzzle pieces.

I have found about 50 thousand (give or take a few) puzzle pieces all over the place. Big ones, little ones, plastic, cardboard and wooden, all various shapes. Do you think any of them go to the same puzzle? Not a chance. Now a good mother would collect them all into a Ziplock bag or the like and save them to sort later with her perfectly coiffed and clean children diligently helping her piece the masterpieces back together. Not this Mom.

My plan? Pitch all the puzzles and their pieces and say, "Good riddance!" There are time for puzzles when you are an adult. Kids should be outside anyway where they cannot mess up their rooms...