More like 3 am and a very wet toddler. Sigh. I couldn't go back to sleep so I get up and decided that my day would start at 345 am. Sleep alludes me these day but something wonderful and sad happens today, Priss starts preschool. Also my bible study starts back today. I don't know how I feel about either one. Lots of hurt has come from "church" people over the last year but God hasn't done it so off I'll go.
Now back to my real reason of being up so early. Biscuits. Something I've made since I could assist my memaw. I've won 4-H ribbons for both my biscuits and my cornbread. Let me tell you that's no easy task. Biscuits out of a can work in a pinch but the ones hand sifted and rolled out with love taste so much better. The trick is to not over think it. Just mix and roll. But make sure you measure or you'll be eating rocks. I found my happy place at 4 am in a kitchen on a Tuesday morning. I thought I'd never find it again. Now it's 530 and I'm enjoying my biscuits and a cup of coffee and thinking nothing major. Which is nice when you are a mom.
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