Sometimes being a good mom sucks

Like when you have amazingly beautiful, ripe blackberries and sun sugar tomatoes in your garden. And you fantasize all morning about eating them. And when you finally go outside to pick them your kids look at you in horror - like how could you eat their succulent fruits? So instead you just crawl through weeds and lift up berry branches so they can find and pick all the ripe ones themselves and devour them as if they are the ambrosia of the Gods. Yeah, I don't care who you are, sometimes being a "good" mom just sucks. That's all I'm saying.