Inside I am a 120 pound Olympian

So here I am on the last leg of my trip to Oregon (which I will totally have more details about and more pictures of at a later date).
I've been watching the Olympics since opening night and tonight tonight is the womens gymnastics team final.
Except it's aready 10:17 (they've been talking about it since before 8pm). I've suffered my way through synchronized diving (not that bad really) and mens beach vollyball and now here's swimming with Michael Phelps who - duh - is going to win gold and make history of course. Big shocker.
So the truth is for the first time ever I am pretty sure I am going to cheat and look up the results on the internet. Woman who has at least a five hour drive to make with a 9 month old cannot stay up all night for even gymnastics (oh, the things we give up . . . maybe if my child would SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT . . . anyday now . . .).
Now I know and in a couple days I'll look up the routines on U-Tube.
Also, look for me in the up and coming diaper changing Olympics. I know they must be coming because my daughter is getting great at giving me the run around during diaper changes. An Olypmic sport I tell you.