Disney Channel

Dear Disney Channel,

You tick me off.  At the same time, I need you.  I suppose that's the definition of a love/hate relationship?

 

I love the way you captivate my kids with your teeny-bopper dramas.  Jesse, Liv', Maddie, Austin, Allie, Cassie Undercover, Goodluck Charlie, and on and on and on...  You really nailed your audience with your characters, topics and humor.  Kudos to you.  Plus, your programming schedule gives me ample time to get my to-do list checked off. 

 

However, I can't help but think of what you've stolen from me.  The times I've chosen to read, scan Pinterest or Facebook, edit photos or clean something that didn't need cleaned.  Today you pissed me off.  I heard the dog talking on 'Dog With A Blog' as I read my back to school itinerary (which came in the mail today).  I realized a talking dog was hogging my kids. 

I should be having fun with them while I can.  

 

 

I suggested we all go to the pool.  Well that caused a fight.  2 for the pool, 1 against.  Tears, desperate begging, whining and bargaining began.  I should've known.

 

 

Thank heavens the FCEDS curriculum at ISU included psychology.  The skills I've learned in that coarse have come in handy more than once.

 

 

We compromised on a water balloon obstacle coarse in the yard instead. 

 

 

The coarse involved throwing a Frisbee, tossing a water balloon into a tub, painting a stepping stone with water, swinging and smashing a water balloon over your head.

 

 

 

 

This looks worse than it was.

 

 

 

It was all fun and games until someone came up with a new version of the 'water bra'.

 

 

I'd have posted more photos of Maisie doing the obstacle coarse, but they were borderline pornographic.  So I left them out.

 

Molly's suit just wouldn't hold the balloons the same way Maisie's would. The below photo is her 'whatever' look.

 

Today I'm grateful I stole my kids back from Disney. 

Disney has a time and place, but it wasn't today.