Where's all the playing time gone?

Last night I made it home after work, had supper, prepared a few things for this morning like coffee etc, bathed and by the time I got around to relaxing on the couch in the living room, I was already pushing 10PM.

Now normally that would all be fine and dandy but then I ask myself the following questions that apply to not only me, but my family members as well, wife, daughter, etc.

Where the fuck am I supposed to find the time to play with my toys?

Face it, we live in a society that is driven by commercialism, we all have toys on different levels, be it automobiles or motorcycles, computers, television programs, video games, electronic gadgets, garden or power tools, etc.

And we all have some, regardless of what level of income or status we have, all of us have toys.

Case and point my gaming consoles and PC. There are no less than two gaming consoles, one gaming PC setup for racecar simulation complete with steering wheel and chair, an HTPC (for those who don't know, it stands for Home Theater Personal Computer, mine has a projector and 1100W 7.1 digital sound.), a high definition flat panel television complete with high definition programming from my satellite TV provider, two portable consoles, several musical instruments, and I'm sure I'm forgetting some.

Unfortunately, considering that I've played a total of three golf games all summer, haven't touched my fishing gear other than to shuffle it around in my shed, haven't touched my swimming pool other than to clean it and add chemicals to make it available for my wife and kid (mostly the kid) to bathe in, haven't mowed the lawn with my new lawnmower (thank you little sis) since August 14th, you can bet your ass that I also haven't played any games.

Except last Sunday.

Last Sunday was rainy, it rained all day, the house was clean and in order, there was a formula 1 race in the morning (which I Tivoed and watched later in the morning than the 8AM time it was playing at) so later in the afternoon I finally got around to playing a few rounds of Tiger Woods PGA Tour 2009 on the Wii. A game I've had for three weeks now. Nice and on the TV, still sealed in its original packaging.

I have a few games like that:

-God Of War
-Rock Band Track Pack vol1
-Crysis

All never used.

So that leads me to the following conclusion:

People that own and actually get to play those games, use their toys have a lot of spare time on their hands.

So what the fuck are they, unemployed?

When I was unemployed the house was spotless, the lawn was exactly 2.5" long all summer and I did bathe in the pool thank you.

Also I had time to play NHL2006 (back then) and to restore a 1991 Sidekick to working (and glorious) condition.

So where exactly has all this time gone?

I know...

COMMUTING.

I did the math this morning you see? I had plenty of time on the fucking train. I'm away from home 12 hours a day on week-days. Consider I have 8 hour shifts and that translates into a whopping four hour commute total every fucking day.

Conclusion?

I should move my job closer to where I fucking live.

No.

Let me rephrase that.

I MUST move my job closer to where I fucking live.