I need to stop complaining

Not half an hour after my last "woe is me" post, I got a message that my son Mike was in the Emergency room. I got there to find that he may have appendicitis. He had a CT scan that was somewhat helpful but not conclusive. They are waiting a couple more hours to see if the pain he is having changes.

Did the tag-team-parenting thing with his mom. She's there now, I'm going to catch some sleep, get up in time to collect the other kids from school and then head back to the hospital. By that time Mike will either be getting discharged or be out of surgery.

Nothing like life slapping you in the face with a little perspective, eh? Of course I practically asked for it, so there you go.