I love my husband very much. I revere and protect our relationship to the point of sacredness, and as an atheist you KNOW I don't consider much sacred. We both are very good at communicating our frustrations with each other, and rarely have fights. We both are careful to be thoughtful with the other and like to keep dates and sexy time regular and fun. All in all, we are a GREAT TEAM.

But there is one thing that seems to split us completely, and all connection breaks down. MOVING.

For the love of god. This is the second move I have had with David, and I am pretty convinced that should we do it again I will just set aside a couple grand simply to have people come in, box everything up for us, and get it all done with minimal work from the two of us. That is money I have until now not been interested in spending, but for the SAKE OF OUR RELATIONSHIP it will be necessary in the future.

Not counting moving to college, and all the requisite shuffling around that comes with that (different dorms, different summer apartments, etc.), I have moved 10 times now. TEN. Maybe even more, now that I think about it. In addition to the multitude of times I have done this, I am also project oriented. This means that when it comes to moves, I am experienced, methodical, and thorough. I have a system and I am very, very, very good at moving.

David is not. And delegating seems to not work, so my project management skills are useless. I will leave him with simple instructions (e.g. "PACK YOUR CLOTHES"), and when I come home he has managed to eat lunch.

It makes for some trying times, I tell you.