Had an odd Sunday. My daughter sick, our house ripped apart due to renovations, and I had school work (student work) to do that took about 8 hours. so, my wife and kids all unanimously voted to stay home.
I painted a desk with my son. My daughter slept and rested, and my wife assembled furniture. The house was busy as a beehive, and my son and I bonded over the painting. He learned how to open a paint can, close it, hammer it shut without splattering paint everywhere, how to dip the brush in the bucket without submerging it up to his hand, and how to assemble and disassemble handles.
Everyone got along and it was very Zion-like with everyone helping each other at different times (except my sleeping daughter).
I thought it was a highly spiritual day, and a great alternative to church for that day.