Being a mom

This post has very little to do with being an uber driver, in fact, nothing at all. It is all about being a mom of a 17 year old son.

We went to killeen this weekend to visit my eldest son, Jeffery, and his family. We had a great visit. It was wonderful to get away from the house. Jeff and I went to a beer meeting at his local brew store. It was not what I expected. It was not a meeting. It was a party. We drank a lot of good home brewed beer. A lot. 9% and higher. Ashley, my lovely sober daughter In law, had to come get us. We could not drive.

Today we got a fairly early start. Went to eat breakfast burritos. Then to Lowe's and bed bath and beyond. Bed bath and beyond is where the 'incident' happened. Trevor and I were wandering around looking at stuff. I really want an electric kettle. I make coffee with a French press every morning. I need a kettle. Then we wander into cookware. Trevor picks up a 1 quart pot and says we need it.

Some of yall may know this, I sold pampered chef for more than 3 years. During that time, I acquired a kitchen full of cookware, stoneware and various tools. My cabinets are full. I have 3 sets of cookware. Stainless, non stick and the white nonstick. I have a lot of fucking cookware. And I use it. All my cookware is hand washed. I never ever put it in the dishwasher....

So, my story continues....I am like what? Mom, we need this pot. Why? Because we don't have enough of them. Trevor, I say with great exasperation, we have 3 of those pots and 3 more that are just bigger than that small one!!?? But mom sometimes there is not a clean one. Oh Jesus christ, then WASH IT!! You don't buy new cookware because you don't want to wash a pot.....then he does an Eric cartman.....but mooouuummmm......I walked away. He snickered....