the Shitshop

I need a hobby.  Perhaps I should elaborate a bit.  I have many hobbies: walking the dog, gardening, baking/cooking, cleaning, organizing drawers, petting my dog's ears for maximum softness maintenance, blogging, etc.  Maybe it's the cabin fever (or lack thereof since we have had next-to-nothing with snow this winter) or simple boredom, I need some shit to do. 

I worked from home yesterday.  Amidst the e-mails and loads of laundry, I realized our house was already clean.  Mark that off the list.  Chris' closet was just cleaned out.  Check.  Cooking at this phase in pregnancy makes me want to barf.  Check.  Dog was walked.  Shit.  What to do?

Maybe I should go to the "shitshop" (Chris' naming) and buy some craft crap?  Scrapbooking?  Basketweaving?  Puffy paint?  Jewelry making?  Clearly, the weather needs to warm up so I can go outside..... or else I'm going to start washing the floor with a toothbrush. 

I know once baby comes I'll be up to my eyeballs in chores and have NO time for hobbies.  I guess I should sit back and enjoy this time instead of pine away.  All things aside, I like to be busy.  I'm not the type of person to sit in the bathroom for an hour reading a magazine.  Get in, get out.  Make the most of the day.