So. It's guilt-free telly and lounging this morning. And isn't that just lovely? When they are ill everything stays where you put it, things don't mysteriously break all by themselves, nothing gets spilled, everything is quiet, everyone is kind to each other, no-one whines because they don't have the energy, and the day passes in blissful harmony and I always feel refreshed. It's like being in someone else's house for a day or so. Before Matthew was born we had a day when all four of us were very, very poorly. Kev and I just managed to scrape together enough energy to bring a mattress down into the living room, and we all collapsed on it, with duvets and pillows and blankets, and it was the best thing. It's a nice memory. It was good that we were all ill together really - I hate when the kids are ill and I think I've escaped it, but then I get struck down a couple of days later and I always get it the worst and the kids have to look after themselves because I can't move off the couch!
But I can enjoy these spells of tranquility, because I am acutely aware of how lucky my family is to only suffer from flu and tonsilitis and such. I'm thankful on these days that harmless germs are all we have to deal with and that there is nothing more serious to worry about in our little lives. My washing machine might be on the blink again, my dishwasher might be temperamental, my oven door might be shattered, and my living room carpet might be covered in paint where Matthew fancied praticising his creative skills, but we have a roof over our heads and we have our health, which is more than a lot of people have. How could I not be happy? :D