In all honesty, ds2, aged 8, is the main culprit. He loves Lego, probably more than anything else. He loves it so much that he is often late to the dinner table, we shout for him, but he is lost in a world of model creation. As he creates, he leaves a path of destruction behind him. Models litter every surface until nobody can get into the room without treading on them.
This doesn't just cause a disagreement between me and him. The teen is getting pretty fed up of sharing a bedroom reminiscent of a post apocalyptic Legoland. So much so that on the last occasion I asked them to tidy it, he proceeded to throw all his brother's carefully created models back into their storage tubs, smashing them to pieces in the process. A tantrum followed. Ds2 is terribly protective over his creations and so I learned that this probably wasn't the best course of action to take in future.
Over the last week the LSL (Lego Saturation Levels) had reached an all time high. Time to tackle it again. This morning I found myself at a lose end, and with both boys out of the house at school I decided to take on the tidying challenge. I neatened, made beds, picked up clothes, sorted out earbuds (mine are the only boys who seem to practise knots on these - who needs Cub Scouts!), and made the very brave decision to tip a large tray of Lego models back into a gigantic storage tub where it belonged. A few models wouldn't fit and were stored behind the bedroom door. Picking up a smaller tub, I carefully moved them into it. Finally I had finished. The room was tidy.
Triumphantly, I sent a picture to dh, who responded that it wouldn't be like that for long. I braced myself for ds2's return from school, and yet another argument over the removal of his precious Lego. Ds1, I assumed would be joyous that I had returned his teen den to its proper state.
School ended and ds2 tumbled through the door. He thundered up the stairs. I waited (reasoning an argument in my head as to why I had done such a terrible thing). He skipped back down the stairs, beaming, he said "Thanks, Mum". "Thanks?" I said, not really expecting him to be so reasonable. "Yeah, thank you for tidying and for putting my best models in the little boxes for me!" I was stunned. Then, a cry came from upstairs. "Muuuuum! Why have you put my stuff here? It should be over here with the rest of my things!" It was ds1.
I suppose, as the saying goes, you can't please all of the people all of the time. But, I tried, I really did!