There are some lovely posters here and typically I am going to use the thanks button for them and address @LemonandLimeCake
I absolutely adore my children which is why I’m part time because it is best for them, not me. It’s why I spend my days with them doing things for them. Given the choice, I probably wouldn’t see Peppa Pig live, go to soft play, attend a teddy bears picnic, go to the farm, spend half my salary on membership to an activity centre … but they love it and they are mine so I love it too. Sort of 
I buy nothing for me and that’s not a whinge, I’m good with that. I’ve had years of treating myself and I will again one day I am sure.
But. But but but. I am a person who had interests and passions before kids and thinking longingly about them and being excited on the rare occasion I get to indulge them isn’t wrong. I have a lovely group of friends from university: we are spread over the summer and every year it’s such a massive treat meeting up. Next year that will be trickier … this year I’m literally ‘ I am game as long as it’s Monday or Wednesday!’
I have a boring interest and there’s a museum about an hour away I’m going to this summer, yes I could take my children but the older one would be bored and run round and the baby would whinge and I wouldn’t get to look at anything really. That’s not wrong.
If I had family who could occasionally help out it would be different but I don’t. It does puzzle me you think I don’t love my children because I’m a bit 😭 at never getting a break from them. I mean I love chocolate but I wouldn’t want to eat it ALL the time!