Get the kids up and fed, drop them off, hot tar that roof in 100 degree weather for 8 hours, fight traffic, get to the supermarket, fix dinner for the kids, and pay the bills after you put them to bed, only to do it all over again tomorrow, with a smile on your face the whole time (because others depend on you to smile so they know everything's ok).
Or hang out in the lounge with your latte discussing the merits of Marxism while someone pays your bills.
Please, please, please don't confuse hard work with anything that happens in college. You make the rest of us wish we were still there.