Mommy's Chicken
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Mommy's Chicken

I cannot lie. I am ashamed! I got caught red handed in the parking lot of Hy-Vee going to town on a warm rotisserie chicken in the front seat of my Suburban.

I. WAS. HUNGRY.

Dang it, being a momma is hard sometimes! I had to get groceries. I hadn't eaten lunch or dinner myself, but out of the serving heart in my chest, I needed to run to the store to restock our fridge so my babies could have biscuits and gravy the next morning for breakfast.

I looked like a hardened criminal with something to hide. It was cold outside and I was buried in my winter coat using my fingers to rip the juicy skin straight off that chicken like a beast! It was so good too!

I was enjoying my warm and quiet meal (BY MYSELF in my car) which is a rare treat for busy moms. I suddenly felt like someone was watching me. I looked up from the lap chicken and realized I was correct. I clearly had been being watched. The man and woman were parked across from me and were enjoying their show. I'm pretty sure they were watching a movie called "Mommy's Chicken" and I was the star. For a split second, I paused in embarrassment, as they looked at one another and begin to laugh as they got out of their truck. I'm sure it WAS funny to watch. I sat red faced and embarrassed and then, I got over it and continued on!

We do what we need to do to survive. Sorry I'm not sorry. I am however, sorry to the strangers that witnessed it, that I didn't offer to share. It was Mommy's Chicken! In the moments when you are running on empty serving all of those around you, remember to stop. Take care of yourself. Eat some chicken.

xoxo,

Mollie

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