Currently have a 3yo and 5yo. Made pizza from scratch (well, store bought dough, let's be real), we're about to build the world's most chaotic pillow fort, and then I'm threatening the nuclear option: a movie before bed if they actually behave. Send coffee.
This is what dad duty looks like. You didn't hire a babysitter, you didn't put on a screen for 4 hours. You made food together and probably made a memory. Your wife's out having fun knowing the kids are good. That's the whole point.
Let me tell you, letting them help make it even with the mess is worth it. My kids ask for pizza night when mom's out specifically because they get to put the toppings on. Total chaos but they remember it.
This is wholesome. Did they actually eat it or just pick at it like mine do? Mine will help make pizza then suddenly decide they only want chicken nuggets.
The fact that you added the store bought caveat made me laugh. Dude, nobody cares. Kids are fed, occupied, happy. You're doing great. My wife says I'm always apologizing for not making things from scratch and she's like 'they're 5 and 3, give yourself a break.'
How was cleanup with a 3 and 5 year old? That's the part that gets me. Pizza night always turns into a 20-minute aftermath situation at our house.
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Store bought dough is the move. You made it fun and they ate it. That's the win right there. My 4yo thinks I'm a chef when I do the same thing. As long as nobody's crying and the kitchen isn't on fire, you're crushing it.