Wouldn't it be amazing if you could have two lives: one, the loving wife and mother; and two, the world traveller, having adventures (such as eating food that's not macaroni cheese, or not having to be in for 7 o clock bedtime)?
It's not that I don't appreciate what I have (especially when I know personally people who are going through ivf and would give their right arm for three kids). It's just that it seems so unfair sometimes that I can't just take off on a minibreak with my lover (aka long suffering husband- who would of course have retained his svelte physique sans macaroni cheese!), or challenge myself to climb K2. I mean I could do these things, but that would surely be unspeakably selfish...? Wouldn't it?