No work, no cry....

My two week vacation is coming to a close. I would like to thank Depressionista and Itchy Tingle (from here on out for the sake of simplicity and because it is kind of funny, I will refer to them as S & M) for a fabulous vacation to Cleveland that started last Wednesday and ended this past Monday. To be honest, I was impressed with Cleveland. I found the people to be very friendly and not nearly as trashy as some of the people here in Iowa. Plus they have those cute accents. The food was awesome.

M, I really appreciated your generosity--letting stay at your house, use your awesome tub and eat your food. And I love all of the fun stuff that you gave me. And I loved hearing about your trip to China.

Here is a question that I feel could use some discussion:
So now that I have come and stayed at your house, M, where does our relationship go from here? And S, how do feel about this? I have never had the opportunity to ask a question like this and I thought the "blog world" is a good safe place to just lay it out there. Where are the boundaries on friendships of this nature? Do I continue to find out how you are doing M, through S, or can I give you a call once in awhile to check in? Are you comfortable with this, S? The whole friendship boundary can get kind of weird in situations like this. I don't want anyone to feel left out. I would like to hear your thoughts on this topic. I guess sometimes, I get stuck in thinking there is a "right way and a wrong way" in friendships when really, it is what everyone is comfortable with...just let me know where all of your comfort levels are.

Yesterday we accomplished another milestone. My son got tubes in his ears and his adnoids out. It went very well--it helps when you expect it to be hell. He didn't cry at all during the morning. I had the best "mom moment" ever after he got out from surgery and was in recovery. He had picked out a teddy bear from the surgery center's collection. The nurse was asking him about it and he said "its for my mom". Of course, that started the flood gate of tears, the kid is having surgery done and he thinks of getting something for me. We came home, he took a nap, and started to eat pretty much normal food that evening. Now that I think about it, I don't think he took a pain killer that whole time. Sheesh...he is more a man than I am.

I apologize for just how lame of a post this is. But I am having difficulty focusing on any one thing in my life at this time. I feel a bit scattered but I am actually enjoying it. There has been a nice sense of tranquility with this vacation!