A juggling act

Well, we survived.  Our weekend was jam packed.  Like, barely enough time to eat a meal, let alone do any housework or laundry.  And now, the schedule is looking wide open.  For a few weeks at least.  Halfway through one of the boys swim lessons Saturday morning, it dawned on me.  This is only the beginning.  Pretty soon, if not now, our weekends will be totally dictated by our kids' sports and activities schedules.  A pretty scary thought...

I absolutely love Friday evening soccer class.  And finally, so does Sean.

New Friday evening traditions are starting.  Snacks and water on the way home from soccer with Scooby Doo playing on the DVD player in the mini-van.  And the excitement that we still have our entire weekend ahead of us, while still having spent the evening together as a family.

Saturday mornings are now a later start, thanks to the boys advancing to the next classes.  Evan is in advanced toddler/parent and Sean is officially in the water by himself in the preschool swim class.

Three and a half years of getting in the water with Sean and it's bittersweet to now sit on the sidelines.  I think I was more nervous than he was about getting in the water by himself.  But, man, I'm such a proud mama!  He rocked his swim class.

It's amazing how trustworthy kids are at this age.  Sure, I'll jump into your arms even though I met you 20 minutes ago.

It must mean we built the trust in them when they jumped into our arms 50 million times over the past few years.

And as exciting as their swim classes were, we kissed the boys goodbye soon after to go to a family wedding on Scott's side in Bloomfield Hills.  It was a beautiful wedding and the first time the entire Ferstle family has been together since Scott and I got married 5.5 years ago!

I think I burned the calories off from my steak dinner by tearing up the dance floor until they shut the place down.  It was so much fun!

It was a toss-up to whether the food and dancing were the highlights of the evening or if getting to sleep in until 8:45am was!  Either way, it felt amazing to wake up when my body told me it was time to get up.  No alarm clock, no little boys shouting, "mommy"!  Bliss.

I spent the rest of Sunday playing with the boys at my in-law's house, shopping at Somerset (finally!), and reading my Kindle in silence at my parent's house.  The cap to my weekend was meeting up with some of my girlfriends from my study abroad trip to Spain back in 2005.  We've had the opportunity to meet up a few times over the years for weddings, showers, birthday, bachelorette parties, and concerts!  So, it seemed good timing that Enrique Iglesias and Pitbull were in town.

Margaritas and dinner at On the Border and a night of dancing on our feet, it was the perfect end to a great weekend!  However, getting home at 12:30am and needing to wake up at 5:45am for work wasn't the easiest.  I find myself dragging today and my feet are still sore from all the dancing in heels, but it was well worth it for the memories made this weekend with family and friends!

Now I can daydream about a lazy weekend that we have in store.  Farmers market after swim?  Apple picking at a u-pick orchard?  Renting movies?  Football?  It's so nice to have all the possibilities.