Stolen from SAJ.

I love her, but I don’t know where her fashion sense comes from.

Friday I left the girls with Sue for the weekend and headed out with Shawn. It was nice that we actually got to spend our anniversary together, even if all we did was eat cheese and crackers with lunch meat.

When we left SuperChic was running a fever of 103, but she wasn’t vomiting. Not knowing how long it would last we didn’t worry to much. Of course Saturday ,orning she started vomiting and was only able to keep down some liquids.

Sunday evening when we got back I was greeted by an exhausted Grandma, and wound up tween, and a lethargic SuperChic. Her fever came and went, but never got over 103. We loaded her up in the car, took her home, and put her in our bed.

Monday morning she woke up fairly happy and without a fever, but in it’s place was a rash on her face. As the day progressed so did the rash. By evening it had spread to her chest and upper back. She had a bath, with bubbles, probably not the best thing for her but it made her smile. After four days of I feel to yucky to smile smiles, it was nice to see a real one. After her bath we settled in one of the chairs and watched a movie. Then it was bedtime.

Tuesday morning she woke up with the rash extending all the way to her feet. After looking through the Mayo Clinic book and a few calls to Sue we figured out that it was probably Roseola. We called the doctor, left a message, a nurse called back a few hours later. Based on what I told her she agreed that it was probably Roseola. The good news is that it’s not dangerous, and doesn’t require anything more than Tylenol to help with the discomfort.

Since SuperChic was passed the feverish point her biggest complaint was that she itched. A dose of Benadryl and 20 minutes later and she was fast asleep, and so was I. About an hour or so later Shawn woke me up and we carefully pried my body out from under hers. I think she slept for another hour once I got up. The wonders of Benadryl.

SuperChic goes to the doctor in a little less than hour. The rash is almost gone and she should be able to go back to school on Friday, maybe.

At dinner tonight I handed SuperChic a Capri-Sun and she said, ” I don’t want that.”

I looked at her and asked if she wanted water.

She wanted to know why she couldn’t have tea.

I told her it was because the tea had caffeine in it.

She promptly replied, “Ewwwwww. The cat peed in it!!!”

Of course I said yes and filled my cup. She was very grossed out and we all had a good laugh.