Do you guys play the microwave game? The one where you put veggies in the microwave to steam and then see how much you can get accomplished in the 90 seconds it takes to cook? I typically can get dishes in the dishwasher, the table set, and toys run back to the bedroom, all while updating the grocery list in my head and thinking about how much I want a brownie. How do I do it? Dude, I’m a mom and THAT’S WHAT WE DO.
Lately, I’ve been trying to tone it down a bit and take some time every day where all I’m doing is playing with my kids (occasional, errant thoughts of brownies aside). It’s kind of like the microwave game where I’ve been surprised where I can find pockets of time – the 8 minutes before my sister comes over, the 2 minutes while we’re waiting for my husband to get his stuff ready to go, and, my current favorite, the 20 minutes where I didn’t have to make dinner.
Yes, you read that right. The 20 minutes where I wasn’t making dinner.
Okay, fine, I had to open the oven and put the Tyson® Fully Cooked Crispy Chicken Strips in, but then I had a glorious, 20 free minutes where I wasn’t slaving over the stove, but instead:
I had a chance meeting with a princess named Elsa (perhaps you’ve heard of her?).
I threw my kids around a bit because everyone knows that makes you the Mom of the Year.
I spent some time chasing a superhero around.
We had a full-on dance party.
I spent some time with this character.
And I pretty much had the kind of fun that reminded me exactly why I had kids in the first place.
And I’m happy to say it continued through our dinner.
We may have played a couple games of chicken / sword fight…
..while playing some crazy game my daughter invented where you had to raise your chicken finger in order to speak with an accent (the apple doesn’t far fall from the tree).
The kids were happy because they got their favorite: chicken strips in a crispy, home-style breading (they were really tasty!). I was happy because they’re made with white meat chicken without hormones or steroids and 100% all-natural ingredients. And we were all happy because we had a chance to really hang out and make it count.
Of course, the good will lasted for about 37 seconds after dinner when there was an epic meltdown over who was got to put the Abby Cadabby cup in the dishwasher, but I’ll take what I can get, people.
I will take what I can get.
Photography by Erica Bean
This post was sponsored by Tyson Foods
