I really want to be one of those bloggers who shows the world the wonderful things they have created that day.  I look at so many blogs with great recipes or a new sewing project and it amazes me.  I really want to be that mom.  I'm not.  I barely made it out of bed before ten this morning and that was only because my two month old was crying to be fed.  My other two children were doing who knows what by that time, but I was not about to go looking for them when they were being so quiet.  I realize now that leaving a four and five year old the run of the house is not the best idea, but in my sleepy state I just didn't care.  When I did get out of the bed I managed to take the kids to the park, feed them their meals and do a little cleaning.  By the time I was done with that I was exhausted.  I just don't understand the energy of the super mommies.  I feel sorry for my children and my husband.  At the same time, do they really care if I can make a blanket out of old clothes?  I will continue to feel insecure and inadequate until the day I post a how to on this blog.  I will do it one day, just not today.