Documenting from tonight, when the Kraken found me crying on the steps because of yet another fucking negative pregnancy test (the 6th month in a row, meaning it's time to go back to the doctor to get evaluated for fertility issues in addition to the fabulous clotting disorder).
Kraken: Mommy, why are you crying?
SG: (So not wanting to explain it to a four year old) I'm okay, honey, I just have something in my eye.
Kraken: Did you get it out?
SG: I think so.
Kraken: Here. Let me wipe away your tears for you. That's really all I can do.
Gulp.
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Hugs! Also, I got sidetracked when reading this because I thought it said 'fabulous clothing disorder' and I was trying to figure out what had happened to all of your clothes, or if perhaps you had decided to shun black in favor of stretchy sequined pants and brightly-colored tube tops or something.
Bah. I very much unlike this. Except for the part about the Kraken being more balanced and mature than a lot of grown-ups I could mention. That part, I'm enamored with.
What Phantom said: that's an amazing response.
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