I am WHOA bad with numbers, y’all.
And I realize this isn’t necessarily something that has to do with motherhood, but I’m going to spin it so it is.
Because all of the goodness I did not get with numbers I got with words. The little brother got the numbers gene and learned his multiplication tables at 4 years old. I learned to read Cinderella. At 4.
I still do math with my fingers. And apparently, my fingers are broken.
Case in point:
The background: Teacher’s once-a-month pay plan + a 15th and 30th pay plan = 5-week months get weird. (Do I get credit for writing a word problem there?)
Dan and I discussing bills and the budget for the end of the month:
me: well, it’s not pulled from the bank statement page yet, but I’ll mark it off
so then that’s good because we know more what we’re dealing with
we’ll have ~$400 in the bankDan: how you figure?
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me: $645 – $140 is $400, estimated
oh
wait
$500
shit I’m bad at mathDan: heh
me: whatever
Yeah. It really is that bad, people. The math, not the money.
(I mean, if a million dollars, or even a hundred, mysteriously found its way to my bank account? I would not complain. But who would?)
One day, I’m going to hear “Mama, can you help me with my homework?” And I’m going to see math problems on the page and run screaming for a tutor and my husband, all the while having hot flashes and cold flashes and flash card flashes and hives.
Math is just not my thing.
Now that he’s a “preschooler” (stupid Babycenter) how long do I have until I’m expected to teach him to add and/or subtract? And please know that that’s about as high as I want to go in the grand scheme of dealing with numbers.
Please tell me it’s a long, long time. And send wine. Because wine is always the answer. (Right?)
Haha oh boy. I am not good with numbers either. But the good news is that the beginning stuff is pretty easy. Trust me, I’ve taught math for a school year at the elementary level hahahah. And you can totally be teaching him now how to add and subtract. With his food, with his toys, every where around you are math problems! And if I have 3 skittles and you have 2 who has more? The best is eating the snacks after playing around with math. Make it fun and maybe he can teach you hehehe. 😉
You know? I read this and all I’m thinking is “mmmm, skittles.”
Perhaps when he reaches the point where he will actually EAT food, I can teach him to add and subtract it.
::sigh::
ZOMG…I love you. I am terrible at math and I’m a freaking nurse! Let me tell you my calculator is my best friend. When I got a cell phone with a built in calculator I was saved. It’s almost embarrassing when I have to sit there and count on my fingers. My best friend is an accountant and my husband is a whiz and they can figure out an equation in milliseconds from the top of their heads. I? Sieze!
I feel ya.
I just did not get the math gene in utero. At all.
I Don’t think you have to teach him anything! That’s what the wonderful teachers are for!! Hire that tutor, honey.
Woot!
wine makes the world go round. math only comes in a far second at best.
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I am thankful every day that darling husband can do maths and sciency things. When the time comes I will take a large step back. Am totally going to rock English and art though 😀
English? Is on lock.
Math? Might be time Daddy brushed up a little bit.
daddy helps with math. and science. and technology. and gym.
also? I love your invites for J’s birthday…may have to do an animal theme for E in June!
I will send you whatever I have left over if you go with animals for E!