My DD1 woke at 4am with a sore neck and a high temp. I searched for rashes but none to be found. I fell into bed knowing she would not go to school.......
I woke at 7.40am (we ususally leave at 8am)with her standing beside my bed, fully dressed saying "I'm all ready mama, can I have breakfast" I jumped out of bed like my arse had been bitten by a large snake and ran around like a speeded up film. At 4am, I had mentally cancelled my trip to the hairdresser, trip to the dentist etc etc. I would have got up at 6.30 if I'd thought for a minute she would go to school.
Made it to all the appointments (hated every minute of my day because it was arse over tit in my head and I couldn't relax) and when I picked DD1 up from school she was miserable and was struggling to find the energy to walk. She'd been feeling crap all day and had told the teacher who said she'd probably feel better after some lunch and then never followed up on that.......
Poor wee soul. She has a high temp tonight and aches. I'm off to bed to prepare for my broken night. Tis my third week of illness. But the vomitting has stopped.
I blame Momma too I think it was her that opened the windows........
OOoooooh I can't blame Momma. She hoovers. And she brought the shagpile. And she might cook an exclusion diet for me. And she looks like the sort of woman that has no upper lip hair naturally.