I Need a Hobby

You, my faithful readers (Bueller? Bueller?) may recall that I had a slight nervous reaction over our decision to homeschool. Translation: sobbing mess, mascara streaked, wiping my nose with my sweater panic attack. But after the meltdown my very patient and very understanding husband gave me a pep talk and a sage piece of advice. "Get a hobby."

As we were driving him to the airport very early Tuesday morning...it was grande size early...he reminded me that I needed to find something to do that would get me out of the house and away from my adorable children at least once a week. Personally, I love the idea and don't feel even the slightest twinge of guilt for wanting an hour or so to myself. But don't worry, I have a babysitter on call. Apparently kids aren't the same as cats. You can't just put some food and water on the floor and head out the door. Pesky child welfare laws.

Of course if we're being brutally honest here, I may say that I want to get away from the kids for a bit, but I can't seem to make myself do it. Drat, I must REALLY love them. So, whatever shall I do to keep my mommy sanity level in check? Art class? (Finger painting is about my speed) Martial arts? (I like the idea of hitting things every once in a while) Ballroom dancing? (By myself? That could be awkward)

Hmmm...do pedicures count as a hobby?