It was one of those amazingly productive weekends at the Lyons house. The kind of weekend that, by the time 10 PM rolls around on Sunday, you are astounded by the fact that not only is the laundry finished, but folded and put away. The dishwasher is finished (for the third time that day) and you can collapse blissfully into bed, secure in the knowledge that you won’t have to do more than iron a blouse and pack the kidlet’s lunch in the morning.
So, what happened with the Lyons family this past weekend. I’m glad you asked. Here goes (and don’t say I didn’t warn you)!