Empathetic Sap

It's quite a lazy day here at our house. It's cloudy and chilly, and there is clutter everywhere. I'm simply ignoring it until tomorrow when the sun comes out & gives me another burst of energy. Our poor neighbors are throwing a graduation party for their daughter today and I feel bad for them because it will be a much better day for it tomorrow when it's sunny & 80 degrees. Especially for their visitors who don't get a chance to party on the lake all the time. Wow, that empathy nerve is really kickin' lately. Like I should care? Oh, but I do.

How do you like my 37 week photo? Mammoth.

Those lounge shorts/capris I'm wearing? $3 at Target in the pajama section.

I got my hair trimmed at JCPenney yesterday because I couldn't stand it anymore, just wanted to get rid of the fried ends, and didn't want to pay an arm & a leg. It's not angled up in the back like I asked for, but oh well. It always feels nice to get rid of dead weight. I'm still growing it out.

This morning, after our showers, I was getting dressed in my bedroom and Tiegan was chillin' on our bed. She snuggled up on Daddy's side of the bed and I could hear her talking/pretending quietly to herself:
"Tiegan, you've GOT to quit getting up. Your Mommy & I need to rest. Now go back to bed!"
HAHA. She was pretending to be her Daddy. That is something that happens often. Since she's been potty trained, she still gets up a couple times in the night to pee. Even though she can go #1 on her own without help, she comes in our room first to wake us up & ask for an escort. I guess I would rather she did that, than have her slip in the dark and hurt herself.

(We don't have a step stool for the toilet, and although she's good at climbing up onto it on her own, I'm always afraid she's gonna be half asleep one day and crack her head open on the vanity or something. Worry wart.)

Sometimes I think these mid-night trips to the bathroom are just an excuse to get up. Sometimes it's upwards of 5 times in one night. I wonder how we're going to keep our sanity with a 3-year-old who wakes us up at night just as often as the newborn?

Another random thought for the afternoon before I leave this completely pointless blog post behind: I am so glad I enjoy my job. I had a long chat with my sister yesterday, which I haven't gotten a chance to do in a long time. I found myself gushing about every aspect of my life - how wonderful Jason is to us, how great my job is, and how much I love Tiegan & can't wait to have another child now that I know how much I will love her, too. Family life is great, but I was specifically thankful at that moment to have a great job. More often than not, Jason comes home from his long hours pissed off and stressed out. I really hope that someday he can find something in his professional field that he can actually enjoy. Now that I know how fulfilling it is to be at a job where I feel useful and trusted, I hope everyone that deserves it can find the same thing. There's that damn empathy again. And with that, I'm off.