The next day I woke up feeling refreshed. Unfortunately, Sean was still asleep, so I gently kissed him on the forehead and headed to the kitchen.
Opening the pantry, I pulled out the pancake mix I bought and the syrup. I usually make my own syrup, but the process is a little longer than I have time for today.
I found bowls and the other things needed pretty easy and set to work on mixing it. Once satisfied, I pour the batter onto the waffle maker and close the lid.
My mother didn't have a waffle maker. She preferred pancakes, so I'm excited to use it for the first time. I used to eat Waffles at Rain's, though.
As I waited for the waffles to be ready, I thought of Rain. Unfortunately, I didn't get much of a chance to ask her how things went after dinner. They seemed fine, though. I will
