The Sims

Yesterday I realized that my life has become a game of the Sims. When Carolyn is sleeping, I have to evaluate which of the following is my highest priority: going to the bathroom, eating, showering, sleeping or cleaning the kitchen. Socializing doesn’t even enter into the picture, and fun – well, I suppose catching odd moments at my laptop could be considered fun. (I’m doing that now instead of eating breakfast…hmm…)

Seriously, instead of showing those really silly videos* to kids in health class, they could scare them off of having sex for decades just by making them play a new baby version of the Sims. Instead of going to work, you have random crying baby alerts where you have to drop everything (including breakfast) to make the baby happy. I think there’s a part of the game where that happens already, but it’s only for three (Sims) days – this would have to go on for months instead.

(No, I’m not really complaining, because it’s all very much worth it. Plus, for the third night in a row, I got 6 continuous hours of sleep.)

*Yeah, those silly health class videos? I spent pretty much all of 5th and 6th grade thinking that dancing was foreplay and was the surest way to get pregnant based on one of those videos. (Yes, I was very naïve and too embarrassed to ask someone who might have corrected my misconception.) Imagine my horror when we moved up to Jr. High and had 7th grade dances!