The Problem is…we don’t know we’re good mothers. We don’t even know what a good mother is. Good moms do have breakdowns and snap at their kids. We crave a night out, if not to enjoy a bottle of wine with girlfriends, at least have ice cream and watch a chick flick. Some days, we give in and and turn on cartoons for more than the appropriate amount of time just so we can get stuff done. We give our kids junk food as bribery. We dream about the days we’ll give up diapers and bottles, because in some far-off land, we know freedom awaits us again, even though we know when those days come…we’ll miss this.