Monday, March 5, 2012
I am about to tell you a true story. One that you will not believe because it is just so sad. I had a friend once who was working to put her husband through school. She worked her butt off. Every day she went in early and every night, she left late. She did everything she could to provide for them. Her husband worked part-time. Why did he work part-time? To help pay the bills? To make enough for tuition? Nope. He worked to afford new video games. So, while she worked and took care of the home, he played video games and made C average grades.
I HATE video games. I loathe them. I think they are a complete waste of time. I hardly ever let my son play them because I think they really change the way he behaves. He gets more violent and defiant and he loses the ability to play independently and use his imagination. I am so lucky that my husband does not play them. He has no interest in them. I can't tell you how happy that makes me. I have seen countless women become second place to their husbands' video game addictions. Just last week I heard a man admit that he played at LEAST 3 hours a day. His wife finally begged him to spend more time with their children and only play occasionally.
My husband just got back into town after being gone for 10 days. That's right, you can feel bad for me. While he was gone, my two kids and I got the stomach flu. For days and days. I let my older son play video games while I rested on the couch and the little one napped. I know it is against my principles, but my ox was in the mire.
Then, one night, while they were both sleeping, I found myself playing a video game. I'm not lying. After completing round 2 of the game, I realized what I had done. I threw the game down, went to bed, and have vowed never to do it again. Please tell me that my sickness impaired my judgement?