this is called exhaustion.

So with two back-to-back weekends full of wedding flurry and festivities, Josh and I were completely wiped out. Let's just say that we partied like we weren't the parents of two young children. Oh but we are. There were too many nights of staying out way past our bedtime. We were painfully reminded of that when we rolled into bed at 2 a.m. and our little ones gleefully woke us up at 7 a.m. roaring with energy and excitement for the day. Who are we kidding?! We're so old and have to be responsible. This is how I found Josh when I walked into the playroom on Sunday after church. Huntleigh had so neatly organized all her Strawberry Shortcake dolls on daddy's chest. How fun.