This morning in church I felt odd to be sitting there with nothing in my hands. Usually I bring my knitting and that's cool; I can tuck it into my lap and since I don't have to look down at it much it's very discreet and almost nobody knows I have it. Not this morning. I felt almost naked. Not a good thing, in church. Like that nightmare where you show up for school and suddenly realize you're in your underwear. Once I went to school and found that I had put on my clothes over my PJs. Not a dream. Did I take that opportunity to start getting up on time? I did not. I'm SO not a morning person. I ended up birthing one, though, which is freaky. I'm just starting to get my eyes open and she wants me to function perfectly. Good thing she's two.

Even better that she's not comparing me to other moms yet. While overall I'm sure I would win in her eyes, I'm not sure about the smaller parts of that contest. Insecure, much?