charlie brown again

I love the Peanuts comics and the original strips (that my Dad had a collection of) were a lot darker than Schulz's later strips. But sure enough, when a happy moment comes, it seems to be balanced by frustration. G is sick again. I'm dying. He's had 2 operations before 5 and now I'll be pushing the doctor to have him see a specialist again.

G had a hernia (I didn't know that kids get those) and he had his tonsils out after 2 solid years of his getting sick (strep) almost every month. And G was one of the quiet kids: his ears never hurt, he would never complain. I would notice his temperature spike at night.

And sure enough, G's temp is up again. It's harder to get a reliable temp (whether it's rectal or oral, I worry about hurting him in his sleep). I missed A's anniversary because G was sick then. But he seemed better today.

For all the flak I give my mom, she didn't mess around with doctors. Get results. But I'm getting tired of G's constant doctor visits. And I can't afford to stay home from work. I don't have the leave and even if I did, I've been home with G every month this year. That's why stay-at- home moms are lucky -- they never have to worry about being a good mom versus bad mom (that I'm aware of). Though I imagine the good parents worry nonetheless.