So this morning the DH and I picked up our female, Doberman puppy from the vet...she got "fixed", as they say...

As the vet is giving us the speech about what to expect, she says the incision will start to itch as it heals (I remember) and the anesthesia can make her nauseated (again, I remember) and she is not to run or jump or play for the next few weeks (and I am thinking "or vaccuum or lift anything over 5lbs, etc, I get it&quot.

Then on the drive home, I hear my DH say to her "now you and Mommy are Hystersisters!" It made me laugh!

I have to say, the past few months have been a little rough for me. Things have been going fine in my life but I have been ignoring something and it came to a head earlier in the week. I have been moody, having times where all I want to do is cry, tired, uninterested, numb, etc. I thought it was residual effects from the surgery, but I realized I was ignoring the true signs of depression. I have suffered from clinical depression before (it runs in the family) but I don't know why I ignored it, but I did. The important thing is that I went to the doc this week and I got some help and today was a better and more productive day than I have had in a long, long time. The DH took care of our little girl and I got busy with some cleaning therapy!

To my sisters, thank you for always being here! To those of you who are mothers (and pets count), Happy Mothers Day!