A different kind of PPD- July 18, 2011

I hope you enjoyed that little ditty as much as I did.

Last Tuesday I was telling ya’ll about my affinity for the boy who lived. (Have a read, it’s quick) We got a sitter, some popcorn, and Cokes. We joined our friends Dave and Trish. I braced myself to watch it all end.

The row of children in front of me held it together as I openly wept. It was a tad ridiculous for a grown woman to do that much crying during a kids movie.

When we left the theater Trish said, “I think I’m suffering from PPD!” I looked at her startled considering all my online discussion of Postpartum Depression. She said, “I’m suffering from Post Potter Depression! Now what are we going to do?”

I laughed harder than I did watching this video. If I had to pick a PPD I think Potter would be it, no matter how sad I am it’s over.