Sick day + some deep thoughts

Sunday evening, I picked Connor up to put him in his chair for dinner and I knew.  I just knew.

He had a fever.  I could feel how hot he was under his arms.  The McHusband took him up for his bath and I asked him to check Connor's temp and sure enough, he had a fever.

Connor fell asleep just after 7 Sunday night and I finally woke him up at 6:45 Monday morning to see if he was still running a fever so that I needed to stay home.  The McHusband was off to Greenville to testify in a trial (for those who don't know, he's a forensic engineer so he reconstructs accidents and has to serve as an expert sometimes) so his day in the office trumped mine. 

Connor and I had a great day together.  We have been so lucky that for the most part when he's been too sick for daycare (which means he's running a fever), he's otherwise himself.  We had fun together, we took Monte (or "mahn-kee" as Connor calls him) on a long walk, and I got extra stuff that didn't get crossed off the list over the weekend taken care of.  I mostly finished painting the guest bathroom, I washed our bedding AND made the bed as if guests were coming over, and I got the downstairs all cleaned up.  And in between all that, I was with Connor who proves over and over again to be the brightest part of my day.  Have you seen my latest Instagram video of him?  Surely I'm not the only one who thinks he's absolutely adorable.

I am not confident that I'm "doing it all" very well, but I feel good about my mom skills.  When I'm in "mom mode," I'm good about blocking out other distractions so that I'm devoting time to truly being with Connor.  I'm a working mom so I miss out on being with Connor most of the days during the week so I try really hard to make sure our time together counts.  Quality over quantity, right?

I am often amazed by how much I love Connor, by just by how much I feel for him.  When I heard that Joey Feek died, I couldn't help but mourn her two-year-old daughter's loss.  I see how much I mean to Connor, and I can't even imagine what it would do to him if I just...disappeared.  I realize that that seems very depressing and macabre, but I can't help to worry about that.  He is my world, and I would do anything to ensure his happiness.

Man,when did I become so sappy?  Oh yeah, probably just over two years ago... :)