I'm having a bit of a mental dilemma here, folks.
You see, Jock's girlfriend came over Saturday night to spend the evening with our family. It's only fair, seeing as he's spent the previous two weekends at her house. I was actually pretty stoked about this when he asked, since that told me that he's not as embarrassed of us as I thought he might have been. I mean, we can't compete with her house. She's got a movie room, a game room, and movies and games actually for use in those rooms. Us? Well, we've got a family room with a TV in it that we all have to watch together. It does have a game system on it, but that doubles as our DVD player. Family nights either need to be movie nights OR game nights. So, yeah. When he asked if she could come to our house, I was happy about it.
I got a lot out of that deal, too. Jock cleaned his room. Really cleaned his room. He dusted. He vacuumed. He put sheets on the bed. Even though he was reminded that there was no way on God's green earth that they would be allowed to hang out in his room. (To which he replied: Duh, Mom. But I can still show her.)
Coach cleaned the rest of the house. He pulled out the stove and cleaned all around and behind it. (I'm still not really sure why. It wasn't like The Girlfriend was going to be moving our appliances. But, whatever. I got a clean stove out of it.) He rearranged the furniture. He spot cleaned the carpet. And? He had thawed a turkey out the day before and planned a killer meal. He was going to do that turkey on the grill. (Have I mentioned that Coach is a truly skilled Grill Master? Oh yeah, baby. Heaven.)
And this is where I came in. And I'm still not sure if that was good or bad.
That turkey? Turns out it was going to take a lot longer than Coach had planned. So we needed an alternative dinner menu. Pronto. Here's how that conversation went:
Me: (to The Girlfriend) So kiddo, how do you feel about tuna casserole?
The Girlfriend: I've never had tuna casserole before.
::complete silence....so complete if there were crickets you wouldn't have heard them::
Me: Well, it has tuna. It has pasta. It has cheese. Not a lot to a tuna casserole.
The Girlfriend: Well, I like tuna. I like pasta. So it sounds fine.
Ok, really? She had never had tuna casserole before? Let me understand this. She has a movie room. She has a game room. She's never had tuna casserole before. Why the heck is my son even still living with me????
Turns out, she actually like the tuna casserole. Which is good, because that was what I made. It was also somewhat funny. When I had asked Jock earlier what he thought we should have for dinner, he had actually suggested tuna casserole. So it worked out well for everyone. I think.
But here's my dilemma. Should I be happy that I've managed to expose my son's girlfriend to a new experience, and shared with her something that he actually likes? Or should I be embarrassed that we had to resort to tuna casserole for her first dinner with us?
On the other hand, when that turkey finally DID get finished? It was FABULOUS.