The following is an example of how my wife spends her day. She is not alone in this routine. My brothers and cousins are experiencing the same phenomenon with their spouses.
My Morning starts at 6 AM.
I trudge along milking the cows and goats. I gather feathers from the geese and angora wool from the rabbits. I must remember to shear my sheep and feed my chickens. If I am remiss in my duties on my farm, my neighbors are quick to remind me that they had to feed my chickens for me or fertilize my land.
These are the same neighbors whom I help on a daily basis. Each day I chase raccoons or foxes from their properties. Sometimes I find myself raking the leaves or shooing crows. I have been known to feed their chickens and fertilize their fields. Don't worry, I am compensated well with either experience or coin, as this is very exhausting day in and day out.
It's 7 AM, time to get my little one up for school. Where has the time gone? I still have fields to harvest and crops to gather.
I also belong to a Mafia family. In between getting my son in the shower and making his breakfast, I will check to see if any of my family needs help with rival mobs. I notice that I still have jobs to complete, like whacking a rival boss. This needs to be done so that I can advance to a new level.
I took care of that quickly enough to get my son fed and off to school. I even had a conversation with some unknown person in New Jersey simply because they made a funny comment on a friend's wall.
I still have dirty dishes in the sink, but I have to head on over to Café World and fix up meals for my diners. Many an evening is spent working in Café World and preparing new and exiting entrees, while my son and husband are preparing themselves frozen pizza for dinner.
My diners are taken care of and it's time to pop on to Facebook to see what my friends are saying and doing. I reply to some messages or leave remarks.
I head back to my farm to see what needs tending and of course the crops are ready, the cows once again need milking, and eggs need to be gathered.
As I am completing my Mafia hits and jobs, I keep an eye on my notification box. I am anxiously awaiting any comments or conversations from my friends and family. I look up and I just received a heart. The notice says that it is beating six beats a minute, and to increase its beats, I must send it on to all of my friends. I accept the heart and give permission for the app to access all of my and my friends' information.
The day has passed, my son is almost home from school, and I'm still in my jammies. I have had a very productive day playing Farmville, Mafia Wars and Café World. I had some very interesting conversations with my existing friends. I am pretty excited because I now have 800 Facebook friends.
The dishes still need doing. Laundry is piling up and my son's room is a nightmare.
Tonight my husband will bring dinner home, because I will be hanging out for a while with my friends in Yoville. After I leave my Yoville friends I will join my beer drinking buddies for a few rounds of Beer Wars.
Once that is done I will keep tabs on all of my games, getting up every two hours or so, making sure that I do all of my jobs and answer any comments that my friends made, waiting for my Facebook day to start all over again tomorrow.
When my wife is not sitting in front of the computer, she is monitoring it all with her Blackberry handset. Now she is asking for an iPhone, because you can actually play those silly games on the iPhone as opposed to the Blackberry. How can we stop the craziness?
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