A small request

I have a small request. A small prayer for my sanity. It has happened yet again...I have gone to the dark side again. The place to which I refer to with my friends as..."Lego Hell." They. Are. Everywhere. Seriously. In the garage. In the bathroom. Have fallen in the toilet in the bathroom. On the tub. On the counter in the bathroom. On my bed. In my bed. Under my bed. In his bed. In his sister's bed. In his other sister's closet. On her floor. Under the couch. In my car. In the stroller. On the counter. In the cupboard. Outside. In the play structure. In the basket on his sister's bike. In daddy's car. (Have not yet to be found in the fridge/freezer but am sure that is coming. )

I was just dusting and found Mr. Lego man behind a picture frame. On the floor in the entry way. On the welcome mat. In Emma's purses. (Emma's many purses and what is in them is an entirely different post). In my purse. In the diaper bag. Seriously. Yes, we have Lego boxes/bins/containers. We have asked that they get picked up. We pick them up. He picks them up. He. Loves. Legos. Seriously. Please pray for me to return to sane living once again.