This morning we went to church as a family. Dad did not have to preach anywhere. I was supposed to teach Sunday School but Josh said he would cover for me since I wanted to leave early to go home and continue working on my multicultural paper. I would’ve just stayed home altogether but he didn’t seem to be in favor of that. After church I took him down to the Sunday School room and showed him the book we use.

Then I came home. For the past day there had been a raccoon curled up and sleeping in one our old cat houses that stays on the deck. He was still there. Usually when a raccoon doesn’t run away immediately when it sees us it means there’s something wrong with it. With this one you could open the window and talk to it, knock on the glass, knock even louder, and it stayed where it was. He would occasionally look up.

Josh tried a little harder to get rid of it once they got home from lunch with Grandma at IHOP. He came out and put his face on the glass and you could see blood on his nose. I cried because I knew he was hurt. He ended up back in the woods. Josh then cleared off the cat houses so that no more raccoons come up and take shelter in them. They needed to go as they’ve been around for at least five or so years and were pretty grimy.

I spent most of the day working on this paper. I emailed my other professor and said I was not going to be able to get the power point done by tomorrow that is due in the other class. She said that was no problem. Tomorrow isn’t my scheduled day to present so I was hoping it wouldn’t be too big of a deal. I was going to work until 11 tonight but by about 8PM changed my mind. I’ll still read some more but with the writing I was done.

Josh and two of the kids went to the store later this evening to get ice cream to go with my birthday apple pie. I stopped what I was doing to come to the table for a little while. During the birthday song I started singing happy birthday to myself at first by accident. I blew out the candles and we ate pie and ice cream. I opened a few cards and thought they were nice. My parents called earlier in the evening so I talked them for a while.

(*Cereal: No clue what I mean, just a word that came to mind)