So for the past few weeks I have been getting ready for a move, which we finally did this weekend. It wasn’t a “big deal” move, like the many cross-country moves I’ve managed to make over the years, TX-CA, CA-TX, TX-IL, IL-AZ, AZ-TX damn I move entirely too much. This time it was just from one part of the Dallas area to another part. I now live in a city that most people have heard of only because it was featured in a zombie movie, which I suppose is strangely appropriate.
Well it turns out that moving is a lot more complicated when you have small children. You see, my wife and I have worked out this system where at any given point in time one of us is watching the twins, and one of us is doing something to make money through our web design business. Now we added a third job: packing. Which would seem to require the services of another adult in our household to do this while keeping up with the first two jobs. My suggestion that we simply add another wife to the household to increase our ability to deal with extra chores was met with a surprising amount of positive consideration, which probably says quite a bit more about the realities of juggling a home business with multiple children than my spouse’s views on polyamory.
