It's Day 5 of having baby sitters come to my house instead of having to get the kids ready and drive them to the sitter's house. And I have to say, it's going swimmingly well.

Notice that I used the plural -- baby sitters. I actually didn't know who was going to be showing up each day, and I was fine with that. Sounds weird, I know.

But the way this is working — at least after the first week — I can't complain. See, I actually "hired" a college student I know very well from church to baby sit weekdays for the month of August. Though she had some other sitting gigs lined up, she arranged for others to come in her sted whenever she was not available. It should be noted that her substitutes are also teenagers I know very well from church. One is even the pastor's daughter.

So it's been a joy each morning this week having these youngsters, whom I consider positive influences on my two children, come to my home. I've left each morning feeling good about what lay ahead for the day, on the homefront anyway.

The only negative so far is that I feel compelled to have my house totally in order before anyone arrives in the morning. Perhaps this OCD-induced compulsion will pass.