Creepin' - there's truth in jest.
I'd really never known broke, angry, or stressed until I had kids. Your hair falls out, you start getting fat, and can no longer party with the best of em. You trade picking up hot girls at the bar for chatting up "mom jeans" in the park, and drive vehicles with a roof, 4 wheels, and 4 doors. I would have died laughing at you if you told me we'd have this conversation 10 years ago.
It's not all bad though. You get some fun stories, a reason to play video games in your 30's, and are truly never alone.