It's not enough that it's rained the whole weekend at the lake. To add insult to injury, Connor's had the misfortune of not feeling well. He was kind of tired yesterday, which we assumed was from an early morning of school and then the long drive down. But today it turned into a pretty high fever and sleeping from about 1 o'clock this afternoon to around 8 o'clock tonight. And then he only lasted long enough for a warm bath (he was soaked through from his fever) and a little Pepsi (after refusing water, Sprite, juice and any thing else we could think of). Poor little man.
He's woken up a few times, and even as miserable as he feels, he still has the energy to ask about going out in the boat.
"I think it's sunny outside," he says, noticing a little bit of light. "Let's check the weather," he'll say, pointing to the laptop that's in his room. "We go boating now that it's sunny."
Maybe tomorrow. That's what we tell him. But even if the weather cooperates, I'm not sure he's going to be up for it.