Bring Out the Food On Cue

As I've mentioned before I do not follow directions or details too well. It is not that I can't, it is just that I prefer efficiency. I prefer to "wing" recipes (substituting one white substance for another is acceptable to me). It takes a lot of forethought for me to follow an exact recipe. My children often beg me NOT to experiment with traditional recipes, but I can't help it, I like to short-cut cooking or any detailed task. I'm actually good at taking a process and simplifying it. At least all my co-workers have come to appreciate that. 
In addition, my husband has told me never to pick up a paintbrush and apply it to our walls. This is strictly forbidden to me, as a wall may very well turn out looking like it was painted by a 3 year old. 
As you can imagine, following details of halacha is out of my comfort zone. I have for sure, improved with time, in this regard, but I prefer the "touchy feely" part of religion, the spiritual aspects, the "kabbalah". But, I have also come to respect that there is a healthy balance between halacha and kabbalah, between details and larger views. 
A new part of our Shabbos meals (or "avodah" as my husband would refer to it) is to serve our guests their food at our table (as oppose to a buffet). But, as with any well-run party, the food needs to be served at the right time. There are d'var torah, singing ("zimiros"), etc that need to be a part of the event and we don't want anyone choking down an "amen". Sometimes guests jump up (usually women) to help me serve and other times they want to sit and listen. It works best if my husband stays at the table; otherwise the entire "party" dissolves. I want our guests to enjoy themselves, so I am happy for them to help or to sit and absorb. 
My issue is that I often serve the food at the wrong time. This can "ruffle" the "rebbe". My daughter, age 17, has offered to make me "cue cards." I love my daughter for always supporting me and seeing how hard I try, but also offering a bit of humor to the situation. When she mentioned this, what seemed like a stress became purely silly. I laughed out loud and at myself. I laughed at the fact that I can't seem to get the food out at the right cue and I laughed at the fact, that someone like myself, is waiting for the right cue to serve food. It is quite absurd, but then again, I'm sort of getting to like it. My husband mentioned to me that some "chassidish" women serve the food onto plates right at the table. I offered for him to "give it a try" and then I would "see how that goes". He passed. So now I just wait for the "hum di dee dum" and bring out food.
But, just so all my liberal readers, don't get too excited, keep in mind that my sweet husband makes a lot of the food....after all....he follows recipes....very well. He also cleans up the house (I tend to miss a lot of the dirt). Meanwhile, I'm working on a new tune (cue) myself, one that will cue everyone to clean up. Oh yes, that is called the "birchas hamazon." It doesn't seem to work as well as "hum di dee dum". Maybe I should make cue cards that say "The meal is over. Clean up."