I bought Sims 2 yesterday. Big mistake. Spent hours and hours trying to get my unruly teenage son to take the bins out and brush his teeth. Plus provide for his wayward mother now she's got herself up the duff for the third time by an unknown male. The baby was playing unattended in the toilet for twenty minutes because I was so preoccupied with this dysfunctional pair, and I fear for his health. And I think we've got cockroaches.
They're taking over my life. I completely neglected to brush my own teeth last night, was far too absorbed in teaching the baby to use it's potty. And I've got to find Ms Slut du jour a decent, hardworking husband before she gives birth on the kitchen floor and the babies have to take turns sharing the crib, because she can't afford two.
Interestingly, she's got morning sickness too. And has to lie down every twenty minutes. I was out of bed for a grand total of six hours yesterday. I can understand why she refuses to get a job. If I had any sense then I'd quit work, settle myself in front of back-to-back episodes of Jeremy Kyle, and get as much personal satisfaction from sorting out the lives of computer game characters as from working in social services. And probably better overall results.