Moving…Moving…Moved

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.

We have finally gotten the house unpacked enough to have had a real meal in here.  For the past week it has pretty much been junk food, and I don’t think I had any vegetables that didn’t come on a pizza or in a burger.  My wife has not had vegetables at all during this time because she will not eat them on pizza or in a burger.  Evidently, “Vegetables are what racism tastes like”.

I have been typing this on my wife’s computer, because mine is not set up.  And mine is not set-up because I had a very clever idea regarding the floor in the room I am planning to use as my office.  The new place we have is carpeted, and while that may suit many people’s flooring needs, I have both small children and ferrets.  Both of which go through carpet like Sherman went through Atlanta.  So I decided to replace the carpeting in one room with a laminate floor.  This way I would have a room where I could have both sets of small messy critters that would be very easy to clean up.  Please note, before the angry emails and comments start: the ferrets and babies will not be loose in there at the same time.

It turns out that installing a laminate floor all by yourself is a simple, easy, and quick task. At least, it is according to a variety of home improvement experts who are all a bunch of filthy fucking liars. This was what I thought would be a relatively simple, one-day job. In reality it is more like one of those cruel trials that people would get as punishment in the Greek afterlife. Every day I try to get the damn laminate boards to fit together, and every day I wind up needing to take them all apart and trying again. It’s like trying to build something with evil Legos.

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