Limbo

I hate limbo with a passion.  I have lived many times in that area.  This is a small annoyance, but ongoing.  We had gifts shipped to Niklaus and a big box of diapers.  And according to Amazon those boxes were delivered.  On Wednesday.  Just like Amazon promised.
I know that Cassie and Niklaus were released from the hospital on Wednesday and were home late that afternoon, early evening.  Naturally I understand the craziness that ensues at that point.  So I really didn't expect acknowledgement on Wednesday, although it would have been nice.  A quick short text takes all of half a minute.
Yesterday came and went and this morning is almost all gone.  Still no acknowledgement.  But Tammy, the happiest woman on the planet received a text picture this morning of Niklaus.  So someone had time to text her.  We still don't have a picture either.....other than what the world sees on facebook.  Extrapolating means Tammy means more than the littles.  And I guess so since she has been gushing about being the new adopted Nana to the baby.

Here is the picture that was sent to Tammy that I stole off facebook.  ;p He is a cutie. 

So we sent gifts.  It is what we do.  And whether you like it, don't like it or apathetic to it....I still expect something that tells me it got there.  Thank goodness for Amazon and package tracking.  I hate having to ask all the time if a box arrived.  And I get to a  point that I quit asking.  And I'm there.
And then I get to the point that I quit sending.  Before tracking numbers I never knew if something arrived if no one said anything.  I remember distinctly going through this same kind of behavior from Doug, Dave's son.  And I had to stop sending packages to  him also.  Until he got a wife and she took over the responsibility of family relationships and acknowledging packages, etc.
I'm of the thought that if you don't care enough to acknowledge, why should I care enough to send? Feels like it is more of that what you do for me, I do for you.