I didn't get my big Disneyland post done today like I was hoping. Mostly because I am so freaking exhausted. Stupid Olympics are keeping me up to all hours of the night! I officially hate NBC for putting me in this position. I have to watch Michael Phelps win his 403rd Olympic Gold and there is no way I am not going to watch the gymnastics. So what do they do? Put them at the end of the broadcast. Those jerks. Don't they know I have two small children to take care of that aren't big into sleeping in? And then they have the audacity to call it live. It isn't live at all. It is 3 hours delayed because it was live on the East Coast. Why do they have to delay it? We would all happily watch it at 8PM instead of 11. But no. All they care about is getting good ratings in the 11PM time slot. So we are forced to stay up and compromise our sanity the next morning. I bet you there has been a rise in car accidents from all the super tired people driving off the road. I bet there has also been a rise in kids watching morning cartoons and eating pop tarts instead of being engaged by their half dead mothers and fed a more nutritious meal. They could put the synchronized diving at the end of the telecast. I would be okay zipping through that on Tivo the next day. But no. Instead, they torture us. Fun fact: "Its really important in synchronized diving for teammates to train together in the same facility." That is per the brain surgeon of an announcer for NBC. Amazing stuff huh?
And don't get me started on the fact that the Chinese are a bunch of cheaters. If they think they are fooling anyone by saying those gymnasts were all at least 16 they have another thing coming. Yes we know that the Asian culture has those wonderful genes that often make them look younger than they actually are but come on! These girls were barely 70lbs. And they were like 4'6"!!!!! Mari is almost that tall. Who do you think you are kidding China?
Finally, I know it is Thursday and I am just getting my Wednesday posted done but I have a good excuse. As I was typing this lovely rant Paul started screaming for my help. Mari had ripped off her diaper, took a massive poop, and then her and Ben proceeded to play in it and smear it all over our table and the carpet. It was everywhere. We cleaned the kids off (screaming "Naughty!" at them about 450 times) and then locked them in my room while we picked up what we could. Then Paul had to go get our steam cleaner from his uncle across town so we could get all the residual poop out of the carpet. Thank God for that steam cleaner. One of the best purchases we have made as of late. Why do kids think it is fun to play with poo? Really. I mean it smells so bad and is so foul. Unfortunately my kids tend to have a fascination with it and this is the card we have been dealt. It was one of those times that "double trouble" seems to describe them perfectly. I spared us all and did not take pictures of this particular incident. You're welcome.