Tuesdays are always a busy day because of Life Group, and last night was our turn to cook, which only compounds things further. (Though hubby's "breakfast for dinner" appeared to be a big hit, we were a little low attendance-wise, so it looks like leftover breakfast will be for dinner for the rest of the week.)
Then, due to a juxtaposition of circumstances, we didn't have a babysitter for the kids. So while the grown-ups talked and read downstairs, I stayed upstairs with my 21-month-old son and a just-turned-5-years-old boy I often teach in Children's Church.
The two of them had a blast, and I'm sure our friends' son crashed just as hard as mine did when he got home. But in the course of wearing themselves out, they really wore me out.