If moms had their own new math, this would have been mine the other night:
(1 child + 1 nightmare x 2 elbows) + (1 child + 1 virus x 23 tissues) = ?
The answer turned out to be: Mom catches the virus, yet does the same things she does every day anyhow.
The math later that day:
1 sick kid + 1 Maytag repairman + 1 playdate x 1 conference call – leftovers = ?
This one was more complicated, because it involved the following scenario:
The Maytag repairman arrives shortly before my conference call time and declares the washer dead. He gives me the damage report — $400 to repair it — at the very same time I am talking to a client on the phone. I am texting the amount to my husband while talking on another phone , when the playdate’s mother arrives to pick him up and my other son asks where he can find more tissues for day 2 of his virus. My husband texts back questions, which the Maytag repairman answers verbally, and then I text it back while simultaneously talking to the client, waving to playdate’s mother and pointing to tissues.
So the answer to the equation can be only one thing: Math is hard.