In the history of our family, never has there been a weekend as jam-packed with activities as was the past two days. As Saturday approached I looked at our schedule and genuinely wondered if one could break Google calendar (or if it would just send us an email that said “you may not have noticed, but you have scheduled far more than is reasonable or sane over the next 48 hours).

The high level of activity was entirely our (my) fault, because I just keep saying yes –

Yes, our son can go to Jurrasic World and a sleepover, while our daughter visits my parents on Friday night.

Yes, I can go with Steve and friends to the annual Summer Brewfest on Friday night.

Yes, I can get up early to ride 30 miles on Saturday morning before picking up both kids.

Yes, our son can attend a Mountain Biking clinic (despite the aforementioned sleepover).

Yes, our daughter can attend a birthday party and sleepover Saturday night.

Yes, we can get the kids up and out early for their end-of-year Jamborees.

Yes, I can get our son to an end of year pool party, myself to a end of year school mom gathering and all of us to a get to know the families you are vacationing with in August party.

(We did make some on-the-fly schedule adjustments including skipping the End of Year Carnival at school and canceling our son’s sleepover plans for Saturday night).

And while by Sunday night we are all a bit overcooked, overtired, and overwhelmed by the prospect of the week ahead (we all need a weekend after our weekend), I’m proud to say we got it done. Because while I know there will be a price to pay for our weekend of yes – the house is a sty, I’m not sure anyone has clean underwear, I have no idea what the week ahead holds, and I’m pretty sure one, or both, of my kids may have a nervous collapse at school on Monday – we had a weekend filled with fun, food and friends.

Feels like the perfect way to get this summer started.