Small girl has strep throat*. Boo-ya.
Between her three medications and boredom from not being allowed outside, Rosey has been having periods of perkiness where she whizzes all over the house and then collapses wherever she is, blanket in hand. Even if that's on the floor.
Strawberry-flavored penicillin is a little like speed, apparently.
*My favorite post ever about strep throat does NOT apply here, but is still worth linking. (And viewing!)