The Advent Activity for today was Play A Family Board Game. The kids couldn't decided between Jenga (Climber's choice) or Junior Monopoly (Cherub's choice) so we played both.
It wasn't the whole family playing though because poor Mister Fixit is sick, proper sick with temperatures. He complained today about my lack of kindness and sympathy when he's feeling so terrible, and I know I'm treating him like he's annoying, but I can't help it when he makes so many terrible noises; sniffs, grunts, groans, sighs and sound-barrier-breaking loud coughing. Plus I am jealous and let's face it, resentful, that I had to soldier on through my own illness last week, teaching tap classes, cooking meals, doing the Christmas shopping / organisation, whereas he gets to lie in bed, even though I know that that is not his fault. I mean, I'm not leaving him to totally fend for himself, I've brought in paracetamols and cups of tea and heated up his dinner and asked the kids to be quiet, but I'm definitely not stroking (tenderly or otherwise) his fevered brow.
He has a doctor's appointment tomorrow; if it does turn out he has something serious like bronchitis or pneumonia I suppose I'll lift my game.
For ANZAC Day this is so beautiful and tender
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