I'm ill. Not dying unwell, but that grotty, feeling sorry for myself, sore sinuses and cold-but-not-flu type feeling.
MIL was over yesterday to see the kids and I was due to be making a roast for everyone today. Got a text last night saying "You're ill, I'll do the roast."
She arrived at 8 this morning, told me to go back to bed and took the kids out for the day (well, took the younger ones, sent the bigger ones) saying she'd feed them whilst out. I've just gone into the fridge for some lunch and there's a plated up mini-roast dinner with a post-it making clear (to her son who may or may not be back today) that it's for my lunch. There's also cake and custard for afters.
I love her. My parents were abusive, neglectful shits and I wish I'd had a Mum like her my whole life.
Bad in-laws get a lot of grief, but I don't think good ones get the praise they deserve.