Burnin’ Dinner

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Our days are busy. All of us. It seems that from the minute we get up to the minute we go to bed, we are continuously working towards another checkmark on the never-ending to-do list. And sometimes things just do not go as planned. That is life. 

If you are anything like me, the kids have so much pent-up energy after school that it feels like an indoor jungle gym in your house. You have a kid reading and another crafting. You have a child at the table with homework. In the midst of it all, you start dinner. You throw a load of laundry in. Feed Fido. Help your homework kiddo. And before you know it, dinner is burned.

Sound familiar?

A version of the above scenario has happened to me far more than I care to admit during my 27 years as a mom. And in my early mom years, it would make me so angry. I felt like everything was ruined. I wish I could remember the exact moment that I decided anger was not the appropriate response, but the truth is, I can’t. Regardless of what brought it on, I am so grateful for the change.

My plate is still full. I am still pulled in a million different directions. I still multitask and sometimes I still burn dinner.

But no one gets frustrated when I burn dinner anymore.

In most cases, a burned dinner causes some excitement around my house. Now, when I burn dinner, we play a game with the burned food! You heard that right… with the burned food! 

We have played baseball with burned garlic bread. Hockey with hamburgers that looked very much like hockey pucks. Frisbee with a burned Papa Murphy’s pizza. And Find the French Dip – think Hide and Seek, only the burned French dip bread is what is hiding that the kids must find.

Now, I am not suggesting that you purposely burn dinner. But if it happens, why not turn it into a memory?

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