My life took an unexpected turn this January by diving full tilt into construction. We weren't expecting our school break to look like this, but when the landlord came and announced his plans, we knew that it would be much better for Benaiah and his asthma in the long run even if the short run kinda stinks. They were able to get the main parts of the house mostly finished while we were in Kampala, but now they are moving on to the bedrooms. As you can imagine, forming ceilings out of concrete is messy, messy business. Today we spent all day cleaning up dust, moving more furniture, and well, cleaning up more dust.
Benaiah is being quite a trooper. He had to stay out of our house for 24 hours when we got back from Kampala because the house was just too dusty for him. He played at the Magalas and slept in a tent with his sisters. Today, he's been able to come inside some, but only with a mask on for most of the time. Even with these precautions, he is needing his inhaler a lot. Then tonight, just before bed, the poor guy slipped and hit the back of his head on some wood and split it open. Thankfully, our neighbor came to the rescue with some superglue. We would really appreciate prayers that the Lord will keep him from another asthma attack during this time.
Tonight the girls are having a slumber party in the tent since they've been displaced from their room for a few days. Next week, it will likely be ours and the boys turn outside. Fun times, right?