PPD doesn't stand for:

Prickly Pear Deer

Perfectly Polished Dent



Nope it means that what was already quite difficult is more so. Read up on it (Post Partum Depression). It's rough, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel.



But at least, now that we have some awareness of the cause of much of Suki's state of mind, we can begin the process of treating and remedying the situation.



I missed my friend's wedding. I thought about them the entire weekend. Where they'd be at the moment, what they may be thinking, when they officially tied the knot, hoping the weather turned out better than predicted. Wondering when the friends I was going to go with got there, hoping they had a great time. I missed it. But I had reasons that someday I hope they understand were more important for our relationship. The mending begins.



The weekend started out with sleeping in on Friday and ended up being an otherwise unproductive day. I guess we needed one of these. Although we have a laundry list of shit that has gone by the wayside due to one little human. At some point in the afternoon we planned a family trip to the aquarium. The Professor loves fish. But shortly after charging a hundred clams to the account, Suki got a migraine. No refunds or exchanges on the tickets but I managed to get the date switched to next Friday for another ten bucks.



Saturday I wanted to climb, Suki needed to get out, whether she wanted to or not. Even if we hiked in and she didn't climb anything, at least we'd have gotten out and had a nice hike. She questioned the trip, didn't want to get more depressed or dejected at not being able to climb, losing energy...but she climbed, she led and had a nice conversation with a fellow female climber on the way out. The Professor was awesome and took a nap while we got in two more climbs each.



I think she felt better. That was Saturday. Sunday was a work day at the homestead. I woke around 8, the Prof shortly after. Took him for some running of errands while letting the Sukster continue sleeping. I got back and the kitchen was clean...not sure she got as much sleep as she could have. Regardless, it was go time in the place. I began the thourough cleaning of the second level, the Monkey worked on her room...again and Suki held court with Bryson, cleaning when she had her hands free.

The problem became apparent much later in the day...While I had spent the majority of the day 'cleaning', what Suki had in mind was a complete reorganization of the house...relocating furniture, getting rid of furniture, TV and setting up the bitch to sell her. I began the relocation upstairs, moved the spare bedroom around, moved freshly empited dressers from the Monkey's room to the sunroom (which was supposed to end up on the curb 'For Free'. Then things started to get frustrating. No the dresser was to go upstairs. The computer should be here, your dresser there. And the TV, cableless and all was destined to the curb life as well...

She despises the television, we spend too much time vegging out in front of it. Of course, without it we may do the same if none of us get any sleep. I saved it's questionable place in the house. But it was not without tension.

In the end, the house is cleaner and we have a good chance of getting it listing ready by the weekend.

We all relaxed, finally, at around 10:30 last night, sat on the floor or layed down on the floor and popped in Gran Torino...family movie night. The TV is still present, just not on 24/7, hopefully a win-win.

Day four starts today.