Me eldest is 10. In the past few weeks I've gone from "I'm pretty sure all my kids are gonna be OK" to "... well, better count on about two of three living with us until they're in their 30s".
I was down on the future in general, but fairly optimistic about my kids' mid-term prospects. Not so much, now. Feels like being on the Titanic just as the deck's starting to noticeably tilt.