Drat. Phooey. Arg. I need a man…
Certain toys seem to be the bane of my single mother existence.
I’ve got Quadrilla down, and might even get an expansion set, just because… I like the toy.
I’ll play basketball and football, knights and his castle games, I’ll even let him challenge me to a duel. He’s a boy. I get it.
Lego Mars Mission was a challenge, but I could have put it together if the King of Everything could have stopped breaking it as fast as I could fix it.
I haven’[t given up hope that we’ll find the right screwdriver for Robo Reptile… but here’s where my independence as a single mother is showing some cracks. I’ve had to ask a friend of mine–a man with individual tool chests sorted by the type of job to tackle, no less!–to come up with a screwdriver thin enough and long enough to fit into the base of the toy and free it from its anti-theft devices. I’m okay with this, really. It’s not a threat to my womanhood, motherhood, single mom-ness. I’m ok. Really.
No, it’s the damned Transformers that have me utterly flummoxed. I’m sure I could have risen to the occasion had the Kid not lost the instructions on how to actually transform one of these suckers. Or if he hadn’t immediately broken the Decepticon into two pieces before I’d had a morning cuppa and a chance to analyse its construction. Or if he hadn’t immediately broken out the SkyScream and ripped one of what I can only assume would become the robot’s leg clean out of the socket and come forlornly to me at seven in the morning. “Mama, would you please put this back together?”
I tried. Lord, how I tried. It just wouldn’t snap to. I was resigned to taking the damned thing to work and impressing upon one of the kind, masculine souls there the importance of helping my son out on this broken toy thing… when lo and behold, SNAP! it popped back into its socket.
The light and awe in my son’s eyes was amazing. I was a hero. I was SuperMom, hear me roar! I was
SNAP.
“Mama, can you fix it again?”
arg. there’s just not enough coffee in the world.
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5 opinions for Drat. Phooey. Arg. I need a man…
Mrs Pillsbury
Apr 11, 2008 at 8:24 pm
I know the feeling! I have been playing with dragons, cars, trucks and swords for the past year! Much more than in my entire girlie-girl-from-a-family-with-no-brother life! I am wondering: why didn’t I become a carpenter???
Amy
Apr 12, 2008 at 12:30 pm
I have actually BANNED transformers from my house. They are impossible. If Legos weren’t so interesting I’d ban those too (just because.. come on, like 65 million pieces!!)
Gloria
Apr 13, 2008 at 12:17 pm
you are not alone. i have the same dilemma. thank God i have 2 young brothers living with us. they come to the rescue. because i can never put together toys that need to be assembled. :-(
kris
Apr 13, 2008 at 5:34 pm
Still haven’t cracked open the Robo Reptile? :)
Kelly
Apr 14, 2008 at 3:41 pm
We have a robo-reptile. I don’t remember how we got him out of the package, but it was crazy. It’s so stupid how they bolt those things down.
And yeah, why are boys so destructive? I’m so glad I have a girl, because every boy I come in contact with is forever breaking things, and it would make me nuts if I had one living with me all the time. At least he asked you politely to fix it!
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