1. Plan ahead: For the first week of your husband’s “working vacation”, the week that you have both planned to start major heavy packing, readily agree to provide food for the upcoming New Master Gardener Class.
2. Sign your name on the dotted line with some special elaborate show-off-ey recipe in mind. A recipe that will launch you into the Master Gardener Hospitality Committee hall of fame, and one of course, that can be used on the blog.
3. Then, promptly forget that you made such a commitment.
4. Continue through the next few weeks with your life looking something like this:
and a lot of this:
5. Continue on in this manner until the reminder phone call brings you back to earth with a thud. (“Oh shoot. Was that this week?”)
6. Cling for a brief moment to those illusions of potential domestic diva fame and glory (“I could get up early perhaps….”) until you remember that not only is there *still* a mountain of laundry waiting to be folded but:
~the new trash service needs to be arranged
~the peas need to go in this week
~oh! and the lettuce. the lettuce needs to go in too…
~sheet rock and trim should go up this week which means you need to be johnny-on-the-spot making sure all goes as it should and available to whomever
might will call.
~not to mention the packing which you are supposed to be doing and of course the keeping up with the usual:laundry, meals, laundry, cleaning, laundry, laundry, laundry, and laundry.
7. :sigh: Realize this is not a good time to show-off with a fabulous recipe.
Even if it could be used on the blog.
8. Reluctantly, hop in the car, drive to the nearest bakery chain and promptly order one dozen bagels.
Assorted please, sliced, and with a tub of cream cheese.