I don't have kids, but my brother has three and he is very hands-on. Both he and his wife work full time and seem to have almost no "me time'.
My dad had very little to do with us when we were young - he was a train driver and worked shifts. He was born in 1928 and he seemed to see being a fatherhood, as sqad does, as a provider. It wasn't until my mother died in 1996 that I finally developed any sort of relationship with him.
No matter how hard you try to be a perfect parent (mother or father) you will make a mess of something.
As Philip Larkin said:-
They fouk you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fouked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Susan - mother to two furrybairns