You leave work early because what should be a manageable head cold has left you feeling rotten, with that sort of headache, sneezing and snottiness that won't go away, leaving you completely devoid of energy.
You make it home, get into a hot shower, your most comfortable clothes and feel thankful that your husband is going to pick up the kids and feed them while you lie in bed. They come home, the boys adorably sweet with their concern for you, even if it only lasts seconds before they are causing chaos. Realising you can't possibly rest with the racket, you get up, and that's where the restoration begins.
You take the half eaten roast chicken from Sunday night, strip it of any meat - could be a bit or a lot, put the carcass in a pot with some water, a carrot, an onion, simmer for 30 mins. Mean time, fry some finely diced onion, carrot, parsley and garlic in some butter and a little oil. Add a splash of marsala or sherry or vermouth, scrape up the goodness from the bottom of the pan before straining the broth into the vegetables and throwing in some thyme, bay and the shredded chicken. Season well and let it simmer for a while. You chop up some tarragon and add to the pan with some frozen peas.
You make up some dumpling batter - 1 cup of flour, 1/2 milk, 20 grams butter (melted by putting it in the milk and microwaving for 40-50 seconds), salt, baking powder (about a level tsp). Mix the milk into the dry ingredients with a spoon, the dough should be wet and gooey. Drop teaspoonfuls of it into the soup, you'll have about 10 dumplings. You let it simmer gently, covered for about 15 minutes. By this time, your husband has fed, bathed and put the kids to bed and the dumplings have doubled in size. You ladle the soup into bowls. You eat. You feel better. You really do.