Puzzles Suck

I can read a book in a day. I can blog. I can even prevent World War 7 from starting in my house on a daily basis. What I can't do are puzzles.

The boys love puzzles. They could sit there for an hour, put one together, pull it apart, and repeat. They can even do this together without tantrums most of the time. This puzzle love has to come from their father's side of the gene pool. J also loves puzzles. I never got the amusement factor.

But while I am very happy that my kids enjoy something that helps their little brains figure out logic and all that crap, what I don't appreciate is when they pull out all of their puzzles at once, and leave them unfinished. Because that means if I want to pretend I have a clean house, I have to put the puzzles together again.

I really hate puzzles. I even hate the preschool puzzles where it's really obvious where each piece should go. Because sometimes I still get it wrong. And nothing  makes me feel dumber than screwing up a freaking preschool puzzle. I can cut my children's hair without them screaming and bleeding all over the kitchen linoleum. Ad their hair looks pretty damn good. I can wrangle three kids into the car and keep them happily quiet for long periods of time. I can do a lot of cool things that are difficult. But no matter how smart I am in some areas, when I have to do a puzzle I feel like the dumb kid in a classroom filled with mini geniuses.

What's one thing you can't do well?