Well, let's give this blogging thing another shot, shall we? I've got four kids and nothing else to do, really. (HA).
Egads. Reread that last sentence, will you? I have four kids. FOUR. As Number 4 is not even five weeks old yet, I think that it hasn't quite sunk in that there are that many. Sometimes, it hits me in little flashes, like the other day at my Aunt and Uncle's house. I looked around the room, and every panel of my vision had one of my kids in it. I told my Uncle, in a slightly bewildered tone, "There's just so many of them now!" It also seems real when trying to usher all of them out the door at the same time. It's not so bad when Fr. John is around to help me herd them. But on my own? Heaven help me. It's like trying to round up gerbils. Every time you get one it the right place, two more escape and head in separate directions. (Enter the reason that I don't leave the house much anymore).
Going to church is nice though. People pity me there, and come out of the woodwork to help with the kids. Last night at Vespers, I turned around and three of them were gone. Poof! Just the oldest child and I, and she's the easiest (at least at church). She sat on my lap quietly, and I got to actually sing along and pay attention to what I was saying. I was at church, and actually praying. What a novelty.
But we digress. Back to the blog. Welcome! This is my third attempt at blogging, and I make no promises that this one will stick either. As previously discussed, I have my hands full. However, this is a good outlet for me, and I miss writing. So here goes.
My little "About me" on the side says: Khouria (Priest's wife), Orthodox Christian, Mother of Four. I'm pretty sure that about sums it up. I mean, I have hobbies and such, things that I'm good at and things that I'm bad at like any other person. But when you get down to the nitty gritty of what makes a person, these things seem to sum me up pretty well. What makes me who I am is my relationships, and the three most important are listed right there--my God, my husband, my kids. The facts that I like making (and eating) pie and can't keep plants alive to save my life seem pretty superfluous. But, in the interests of giving you a peek into my life, here are ten (possibly) little known facts about me.
1) I like food. I like to cook food, eat food, read about food, look at pictures of food. My Pinterest boards are out of control when it comes to food...and everything else, quite frankly.
2) I loathe cleaning the bathtub. I usually make my husband do it, which is why they usually only get cleaned when we're about to have house guests who will be sharing said bathtub.
3) As stated before, I can't keep plants alive. I usually do okay for awhile, then I grow tired of the whole "watering" thing and they die. Now that my older girls are of an age to be helpful, I can make them water things, but this usually ends up just making my life harder in the long run. I have visions of being a spectacular gardener, but reality always trumps.
4) I never thought having kids would be this hard. When I was a kid, it didn't seem that bad. Who knew?
5) I don't really like to travel. I love to do it to go see people, but as far as traveling for the sake of traveling--never gonna happen.
6) I also don't like driving.
7) I do like Dr. Pepper. And chocolate. And the afore mentioned pie.
8) One of my biggest pet peeves is misspelling in advertising. It makes me crazy. It's not EZ peel. It's EASY peel. Spell it correctly, for the love people!
9) I love to read. However, I do it as an escape, so it's mostly novels and the like. And sometimes not even good ones (*cough cough Twilight cough cough). However, I do love me some Harry Potter. And the Hunger Games.
10) I'm a fairly non-confrontational person, but I've discovered that if you mess with my kids, my mother bear instinct comes out and I become a beast. It's not pretty.
Well, it's a good thing I hit number ten, as I hear my son upstairs paging me. Back to the grind!
Can't wait to read all about the adventures of the Rogers clan. Your writings have been missed.
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