My students like to say that “the struggle is real” when anything inconvenient happens.
I give them 12 homework problems instead of 10? The struggle is real.
They had to run to catch the bus that morning? The struggle is real.
They have two projects due in the same week? The struggle is real.
Teenagers are funny… I’m glad I’m not birthing a teenager (for a few reasons). I can handle 130 teenagers that AREN’T mine, for short periods of time (like 80 minutes maximum). But I don’t think I’m ready for that jelly.
Speaking of struggle….
I had a little bit of a freakout last night. Luckily I’m not someone who really, truly freaks out. Ever. I get a little upset sometimes. I get worked up. But I would never say I’m freaking out.
Last night I started freaking out a little about going through labor.
“Cameron. Tell me what’s going to happen,” I said.
He responded, “Well, you’re going to start contracting. And we’re going to stay here at home for 6-12 hours. Then we’ll call our doula. And we’ll head over to the hospital. And it’s going to be tough, but you’re going to push through, and you’re going to make it. And I’ll be there the entire time. And then we’ll have a baby. All in all, it will take less than a day.”
And then I felt better.
He’s pretty cute sometimes.