Some day in the future, when I’m good and retired and living off whatever savings I’ve managed to accumulate, I’ll be glad to have children and grandchildren who can keep me company. But before I can get to that point, I’ll have to endure the trials of parenthood. I’ll have to transform my marriage from one of blissful relationship-building into one of frantic child-rearing. I’ll have to create detailed schedules and then throw them out the window. I’ll even have to sit through hours of Radio Disney while driving the kids to and fro. Don’t get me wrong; I’m sure parenthood will be magical in its own, draining way, but I’m also sure it will inspire plenty of gripes.