This time, it's Jeff's fault.
OK, I know I'm responsible for my own choices but when someone dangles that one thing in front of you... that one thing that you know can be a problem for you...
Jeff's my enabler this time around.
It actually started before I met him. Sometime back in 2000, I think. And it hung on as I met him, we got married, and then pregnant.
Sometime during the pregnancyw ith Teagan is when I got it under control. Stopped cold turkey.
And I was doing really well. Didn't even think about it. Wasn't tempted in the slightest.
Then Facebook implanted the gateway and Jeff brought the real deal into our home.
Sims Social is managable because I can jump online, click a few things, done. In fact, it's already getting pretty boring. But it's easy enough to check in from time to time.
Sims 3 takes time, energy, commitment. I'm working to make sure I don't get sucked into the vortex. One of my worst days the last time around was when I suddenly realized I'd been playing for 8 solid hours and had no intention of quitting until I got 2 particular Sims married.
I've got some limits in place this time around. I don't have the kind of free time I used to have. The computer doesn't get turned on until after dinner and homework and bedtime routine are handled. And I can only play for an hour, maybe 2. And I'm usually taking time to do other things while playing- Jeff' in the room, we're chatting, we're watching TV, I'll get up to pick stuff up, put stuff away.
But even as I sit at work... I think about my Sim. I've had dreams about her at night. I wake up and fight the urge to check on her.
Her name's Roxie and her life goal is to become a famous chef. She's very artistic, social, and flirty. I think about her career, her friends, her romantic interests. I wonder about which Sim we've met that might become her soul mate. I wonder when she'll be established enough to move to a better home. I wonder if she's going to be a mom someday.
Jeff was doing a nice thing by buying the game for me. Jeff was also doing a dangerous thing by hooking the needle back to my vein...
I'm addicted. Think Dr. Drew has a rehab clinic for that?