Put the chicken in the marinade and slap it in the fridge.
Eat a mini peanut butter cup. (You need the energy)
Run upstairs to help your 3 yr old find a specific car he must have during quiet time.
Put all the groceries away.
Clean up the kitchen, superficially, from the morning and well, all accumulated piles.
Prepare the crock pot with the sauce.
Prepare the blender with the other sauce.
Run down to check your email.
Get really distracted.
Start a new project/tutorial.
Run upstairs and freak out about what time it is.
Preheat the oven for the pie shells.
Poor the sauce out of the blender into a bowl and wash the blender.
Put the chicken in the crock pot.
Start mixing and cooking the pie on the stove.
Clean the counter.
Rinse all of your cutting/chopping stuff.
Check on the chicken.
Start the pie chilling and begin to make the cream.
Put the oil on for the crispy strips.
Loose your sanity completely and stop taking notes on the order you are doing things in.
Run around like a loony.
Cut the tortillas into strips.
Trip over your 3 yr old who is now up from quiet time.
Finish the cream for the pie. Check the pie filling.
Put the strips in the oil.
Wash the blender.
Start the rice.
Take the SUPER crispy strips out of the oil.
Throw a bunch of pots and dishes in the sink and clean the counters again.
Start the beans.
Take the forgotten pie crusts out of the oven.
Check the pie filling.
Poor out the dressing and wash the blender. Isn’t this the THIRD time you’ve done this???
Check the beans.
Slide on 3 yr old’s matchbox car and nearly break your neck.
Throw some more pots in the sink.
Ask mr to check the pie filling. Very little help as he doesn’t know what I mean by “thick but not too thick.”
Start the drinks.
Take the beans off.
Start the cheesy tortillas.
Finish the drinks.
Ask mr to go get the filling. It is a congealed mess.
At this point, it’s TOTALLY normal to scream in frustration. I think so, anyway.
Start putting the pie together anyway.
Set up the rice and beans.
Put the pie out in the garage to chill.
Take the slightly over-cooked tortillas out of the oven.
Put everything on the table.
Collapse in a heap.