My kids and wife were/are great. Loved it all except maybe when they were newborns and I had to get up and walk them back to sleep (college runner, and my stamina helped there, while my wife slept). One of the best days of my life was when my oldest daughter asked to go on a run with me when she was 10. She ended up being a state track champion. My youngest daughter is slower than slow, but somehow made all-state in cross country. My son became the manager for (it seemed like) every team in the school and devised statistical tables for the teams that were astonishing. Most of the coaches literally (and I know what “literally” means) cried when he graduated.
My oldest daughter today is a high school cross country and track coach, my son owns three businesses, and my youngest daughter is working on her second degree.
I’m sorry for those of you who struggled so hard with your kids, but I just didn’t. I worked 60 and 70 hours per week, but at jobs where my kids could join me much of the time (and they often did), and at jobs that were mostly fun (radio, coaching, teaching). Good luck with your kids. Sometimes it turns out.