I never thought I would get tired from playing the piano, but this weekend I did. It was an all-day marathon at church on Saturday:
10am-12: praise band practice for Sunday morning
1:30-4: practice for prayer & praise night
6:30-9: actual prayer & praise night
That's 7 hours. yeah. throw in practice pre-service and then also service itself this morning, and it's been a lot of piano-playing for me. My arms actually hurt from playing so much.

Also, never baby-sit a two and four year old (even if they are one of your favorite kids) when you haven't had enough sleep the night before and the night before that. In three hours, they managed to: watch two videos twice (because they refused to watch the other videos I had), stick lots and lots of packing tape all over a chair and call it a puppet show, draw on themselves, fight with each other, draw on the church carpet (thanks to bob who showed up and helped me clean the mess... and then ditched me to go swimming at MY complex, of all things. heh heh. crayola washable markers are the greatest thing ever. good thing faith & zachary didn't find those sharpies), and then, zachary decided to take off his shirt, and then also his shorts (oh, and earlier he also tried to take faith's clothes off for her). I also had the privilege of being called "auntie larry." And those are just the highlights. I totally forgot I had already committed to baby-sit Hubert & Debbie's kids during Mexico missions training this sunday a while ago, because I was really looking forward to a mid-afternoon nap. Oh well, at least it was definitely not a boring afternoon.