I finally have it.
I don't know what to do with it.
It's strange, a distant memory relived, a moment when there is peace, and quiet, the children, sick with some ailment are asleep in their beds, the husband, sick with ailment passed on from the children, asleep in the bed, the daughter, suffering from not having the ailment and therefore not being paid attention to, huffed and puffed and dramatized her way to sleep in her bed. The mom, well, we all know mom's can't get sick, and if they do for some strange reason, get sick, it must be put off until a convenient time, like the weekend, during the children's nap... so mom is going to hope a new brit show is on, so she may enjoy the peace and quiet downstairs, with a cup of tea, a blanket, a good show, and ahh, peace and quiet...
..... until about 3 a.m. when one of the said children wakes up to yakk on her.