As I also told you, it was filled with homewares …for The Boy’s and my new apartment that we haven’t got yet but will have soon …we hope!
So obviously, while my parents are happy I’m happy, they’re also coming to terms with the fact that their Little Girl is moving into a Den of Sin with her boyfriend and my mother seems to be fretting about the possibility that we’re going to get secretly married within a week of living together.
So obviously the arrival of such an obvious I’m Moving Out parcel was going to spark some awkward conversation which I’ve been holding off since the announcement a few weeks ago.
Not the ‘sex’ talk, but you know, the awkward ‘couple’ talk.
Ma: So will The Boys mam spend a lot of time visiting you guys in the apartment.
Ma: You know, will she drop in for tea and stuff like that.
Me: I don’t know. I wouldn’t think so.
Ma: Do you not think she will?
Ma: Yeah but you’ll still have us over.
Me: Well not really. It’s like when I lived in college last year: it’s just a friend-like place. We’re not a “couple”…
Ma: You are a couple.
*At this point my brother patiently intervening to explain the new phenomenon that is the First Place with your Bf/Gf…*
Brother: Yeah they’re a couple, but they’re just taking The Next Step.
Me: Eh, yeah.
Brother: It’s not a Serious Place, it’s just their place.
Me: Yeah. Look it’s be different if we were getting a mortgage on a house and settling down there, cos then yeah you’d be invited over loads ….well not loads, but maybe for tea. This ….well you didn’t Pop In For Tea when I lived with my mates last year, but just because now it’s The Boyfriend, we’re not all of a sudden married 40-year-olds that have dinner parties and family dinners.
*pause as my mother tries to understand our youthful ramblings*
Ma: I’m inviting you two over for Sunday dinner though.
Me: MA! No your not! You never invited Lyndsay over for dinner when we lived together. I came home for Sunday dinner every second week alone cos your MY family.
Ma: I did invite Lyndsay.
Me: Yeah once or twice in a “You know Lyndsay’s welcome for dinner” way, not a “You are cordially invited to attend a Sunday Supper at Chez Our House” way.
Ma: But he should be invited…
Me: Ma, he has his own family. They live 10mins away from us. He can go to them. I’m not going to his house for Sunday Dinner. It’s so WEIRD and AWKWARD…
*pause while she processes this*
Ma: Why have you been mentioning weddings so much recently…?
Just to clear that up, I mentioned weddings once last Saturday when I was shopping with my brother for his Debs suit and he refused to consider a really cool grey pinstripe suit, so I told him “Well in your face, cos this is what I’m making you wear to my future wedding and you’ll have no choice so HA”, or something equally as mature!
And then the following day, Me and Ma were talking about icing and then discussed my parent’s wedding cake and then I said “I don’t think I want the big traditional cake. I just want the top tier for the cutting and then lots of cupcakes!”
Perfectly innocent and not the obsessive Wedding Talk my mother’s decided it is!