(But oh, I do hate breaking down boxes with a fiery passion, and when Jed mightily slices through a swathe of them, I am so HAPPY.)
When Jed comes…
When Jed comes to town, I'm afraid he always ends up breaking down boxes for us, doing yardwork, hauling groceries, babysitting, etc. (For example, tonight Kevin is at a conference dinner with colleagues, I have my writing group over to critique my fantasy novel, and Jed will be putting the kids to bed.) This is not what most people think of, when they think of the joys of the poly life. Does it consistute poly-abuse if your sweetie comes to town and you immediately set them to heavy labor?