I was never very good at math in school, it never failed to reduce me to a stressed-out mess (or a crying one at that). After yet another day spent battling numbers, I would console myself that once I graduated, I would never need to do math again, at least nothing more complicated than balancing my checkbook.
Apparently, I was wrong. Everything in life is just math, in the end, even parenthood…
Sleeping baby = happy mommy
(Toddler + My Little Pony) + bedtime = tantrum
(Early morning + grumpy toddler) – sleep = a long day
(Mommy + coffee) + toddler = manageable
(Mommy – coffee) + toddler = kill me now
(Play date + toddler) – tantrum = relief
(Toddler + bed time) – tantrum = miracle
toddler + new toy = happy toddler
(Toddler + toddler) + one new toy = world war 3
Mommy + exhaustion + trying to sleep = fully awake toddler
Mommy + cooking = toddler wants playtime
Mommy + daddy + toddler + blankets + couch + movie = bliss
What do you think? What equations would you add to this list?