Today a salesman came to my door selling Book of Mormon videos. I'm sure they were a wonderful product. I love the Book of Mormon. I love videos. But I had to inform the man I had no time.
"I still get paid a commission just for doing the presentation, even if you don't buy it, " He said using a tactic I'm not sure his employer would appreciate, but whatever.
"You know what?" I asked, "I've got 5 kids here, the oldest is 3 and in the kitchen I just might be burning their Mac n Cheese, so I'm not lying when I say I really don't have time."
His eyes got all big and I closed the door with a hurried smile.
And that was my morning.
Since my darling sister-in-law Beth had her darling baby girl last week, and today was my brother's first day going back to work leaving her at home alone with the hooligans, I offered to take my nieces Clara (3) and Mary (2) for the morning. I packed them in my SUV and drove them to my house while Maggie and Clara argued over what Disney songs I should play (it got very heated over Peter Pan and Sleeping Beauty. The princess won).
But once we got to our house, the children went into the backyard and played and played and played and I actually was able to clean my kitchen and go to the bathroom without an audience. How is it that 5 babies can be easier than 3? There were the all-out brawls when everyone wanted to play with the doll stroller at the same time, Will threw the tea set down the stairs, and Coleman repeatedly smacked Mary in the head. And then there was the moment with the salesman when all the kids were crying for Macaroni. But really it was an easier week day morning than I've had in a while.
Mary and Clara, you're welcome back any time!