Coming Home

OK, this is really crazy. I just read an email letting me know that the plans have changed once again– not only is there not the delay he had warned me about, but he is coming home in 2 days!! What? Are you kidding me? I have so much to do in no time at all.  I have to finish cleaning the house, do some very necessary spa treatments, and worst of all, I need to do something about my roots. I have an appointment next week, which is way too late considering I am a few weeks overdue for a visit anyway. After a dozen or so texts, there is just no way my stylist is going to be able to fit me in. I think I need to get a back-up just for this scenario.  Now I am not a stepford or anything remotely like that, but I have a confession (this is Confessions of a TCW after all).  I perfume and iron 600 thread count sheets for his first night back. Ya know, I bet it gets extremely unpleasant sleeping on rough sheets in a small bunk-type bed, so I think it merits special pampering. One of my many former careers was in marketing for an event and wedding planning business and I am very detail-oriented. Very. I plan everything, including what outfit to wear to the airport.  Another area of my past includes some acting in plays, a walk-on in a TV show (blink and I’m gone), and a couple films, and while I never made it to the Oscars, I have a dramatic flair that erupts at times like this. The first time he left for a long assignment, I went full-on Hollywood and greeted him at the airport in a blue sequined evening gown with a plunging back.  Thereafter, I  decided to choose a different theme for each arrival. This time, because his flight arrives at 4pm, I think the white skinny jeans will be perfect with a slightly nautical blue/white stripy top, blue blazer, and these TDF Chinese Laundry shoes that were a divine birthday gift from my fashionista daughter-in-law (and son) a couple years ago. If only I didn’t have that skunky white stripe of roots showing!! That’s what hats are for, for sure.  Now I have to do something fast about his truck. It is a total mess. I rarely drive it, so it mostly just  gets dirty. It’s covered with sticky yellow spots. I called a mobile detailer because I don’t have time to wait around at a car wash. They said the spots were  bee pollen, so I just went ahead and had them detail it because I thought that would be a nice surprise, and not something I have ever done before.  There’s not much time to shop for his welcome home gifts, so it’s going to be baked goods. Check out this awesome French baguette. I bake/cook from scratch ‘cos that’s how I was taught.  I think it’s important to let them know that you are very happy they came home, so I always bake a cake or brownies or his favorite oatmeal cookies, and definitely guacamole. Here’s a recipe he likes:

Oatmeal Cookies with Yogurt
1 cup white whole wheat flour or whole wheat flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. cinnamon
½ tsp. baking soda
½ tsp. salt
1 cup packed brown sugar
¼ c. fat-free vanilla or plain yogurt
2 T. canola or corn oil
1 large egg
1 tsp. vanilla
1-1/3 c. uncooked old fashioned or quick-cooking rolled oats
1 c. raisins, nuts, etc.
Heat oven to 350. Combine dry ingredients. Combine sugar, yogurt, oil egg and vanilla in large bowl. Add dry to wet and mix. Stir in oats and raisins. Drop onto cookie sheets. Bake 10-12 min. Makes 40.
Back to dusting and polishing the furniture. I am distracted by watching the first season of Downton Abbey, which at this rate is causing me to take twice as long to finish the job. I need a staff like DA for this drudgery so I can dress for dinner and have someone do all these menial tasks.  Where is my personal valet and my cook?  Two days-I have two days to complete three weeks of chores. This is going to get ugly.


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