In the solitary confinement of chicken pox combined with a tired mum with a bad cold (or just after a looong day at work) massage and hairdressing are the kind of games I’m voting for: both mean I get to lie down while playing.
It actually feels quite nice when the kids are filling my hair with clips while I lie on the sofa. And when they give me a massage they poke and tap away, sometimes more tickling than anything else, but it is quite relaxing. When they walk on my back it actually has the effect of a massage. And then I get to massage them, no brain required but spending time close together, so perfect for the tired moments.
Why did I actually stop giving them massages? I used to when they were babies, and they like it.