A very loud 'Yes' in reply to the question. I love being a mum and can't think of anything I'd rather do. If we'd had the space and money, a couple more children would have been nice! Of course there are things that aren't so great, like the chores, but I'm sure that even if I'd not had children there would still be things in my life that were boring or tedious.
I've done my share of M&T groups and so on (my particular loathing was playgroup duty) but dh and I have continued to do the things we like to do and mainly avoided the child-centred stuff we don't like. We've never been to a theme park (those are places to go to on school trips or with godparents) or on a child-centred holiday, preferring to do things that include our interests. Certainly, it probably isn't possible for a small child to spend all day in an art gallery but we found with our four that we could still do the things we liked in smaller portions, spacing them out with other amusements.
Now I come to think about it, when our eldest two were small there weren't really any child-centred things to do, anyway. In fact, I wonder whether such facilities have made it harder for people to adjust to new lives as a parent. Although it's great having child-centred things, I think in some ways it is also sending a message that once you become a parent you are a different species which belongs in the Soft Play Barn and is no longer welcome in the Museum. As some of you know, I've been living abroad for a while. It was noticeable that whilst there are very few specific facilities, children are far more readily integrated into everyday life, with everyone taking a part in their upbringing, and there is an amazing lack of tantrums and other behaviour that I had previously thought was inseparable from childhood. Not sure what I'm trying to say here - just rambling, I think!!
For me, the hardest part has been the lack of time for myself (even though I am pretty selfish about doing what I want, it's being aware that there is always a time limit that gets to me) and the occasions when my emotions have been so stretched that I almost feel emotionless.
Thomcat, my oldest ds is 28 and married and I'm still besotted with him, so no, the bubble doesn't have to burst. It isn't all a bed of roses, by any means, but the good far outweighs the bad.
Furball, you've years to go before you can poo in peace! I was sat on the loo quite recently when the above mentioned ds burst in on me, wanting to talk about something. I pointed out that I was otherwise engaged and he just said 'Yeah, okay, but what do you think about xxxx?' I suppose I could lock the door but then I would have dd battering on it instead, sigh.