I love my kids, but I also love doing things without them, like girls' night and date night with the hubs.

I love my kids, but I also love and feel fulfilled by my job and the non-living responsibilities that I tend to outside of them.

I love my kids, but I also love being alone in the car sometimes, aimlessly roaming town in a clean vehicle listening to my choice of music.

I love my kids, but I also love going to fancy restaurants, ordering a porterhouse and not having to share a bite with any of them.

I love my kids, but I also love being taken care of, having my needs met, wants heard, and all of my dreams realized.

I love my kids, but I love other things too.

And THAT'S OKAY.

It doesn't make me a bad mom; it makes me a normal one and a good one at that.