I blame it on my math minor. But the fact is, in my day job, I’m a person that lives by numbers, formulas, and stone cold logic.
I like it when things add up. Life makes sense that way.
When I come home, though? Sometimes, that’s a different story altogether. As much as I love my husband, I have to confess: my marriage sometimes contains inequalities that just do not make sense to me.
To illustrate my point, let’s start with an equation that does balance, shall we?
In and of itself, this isn’t a biggie. I get it. Let’s be honest, here. Taco Bell does a number on me, too.
So, it’s no wonder that this would be the next logical step in the sequence:
Again, I get this. It’s all crystal clear up to this point.
But here’s where things don’t add up:
I swear, I am not exaggerating. It’s got to be at least three rolls, if not more. Really, I have a hard time understanding how one person can kill so many trees in one sitting.
And, naturally, that means this is also true:
But the greatest inequity of all might be this:
I’ll give you one guess how I feel about that:
Suffice to say, after almost 13 years of marriage, there are certain equations that just don’t add up for me.
All I can admit is, it’s a really good thing this is true: