Every Christmas, Santa fills our stockings with toiletries, candies, the obligatory orange and of course, puzzles.

Now I never claimed to be the brightest bulb in the box, but I like to think that I am not the dullest knife in the drawer either.

I may have to rethink that.

Meet my darling Boo's puzzle. His "Santa" happened upon it at the local educational toy store. "Santa" thought it would be good fun to watch Mr. Smarty-pants suffer the indignity of not being able to put the pieces back in the box after wrestling with it for hours of his life, which he would never get back.

However, "Santa" did not receive her wish. Nope, Boo took it out and within minutes had reassembled it. Then he handed it to Fric and Frac. They took considerably longer, but eventually they got it all put back in the box and figured out.

Every damn day I take those f&$%^g pieces out and try to squeeze them back into their case. Every damn day I have to listen to my husband tell me it shouldn't be so hard, there are only seven pieces. Every damn day, my kids snicker behind their hands and then go off to giggle about what a moron their mother is.

But I don't give up. I'm gonna shove those pieces back into the bleeping box if it takes my whole damn life.

I may not be the quickest but I am the MOST stubborn.

There is a lesson to be learned here, I'm sure of it. But I am too damn busy banging my head against the wall and fiddling with tiny little blue plastic pieces to figure it out....