Then I stop feeling bad and let myself be proud of the small things I accomplish each day. Dragging my growing behind out of my very comfy bed; feeding, batheing and playing with littles (even if I try to do all of that from the couch); keeping the floors clean enough to walk on; and on some days squeezing in a shower for myself. On the rare occassion that I get a minute to sit and "yarn" (as the oldest little calls it) I feel overwhelmed again with the reality that what I'm making will be a source of warmth for one of my babes. What could possibly provide more joy for a mama?!
I hope you find yourself with lots of time for making.