Not-so-lazy summer days...

How is it that summer holidays are so tiring?  Every spring I look forward to the relaxing pace of summer, only to find myself exhausted at the end of each day.

Today Emily sweetly helped out by playing with Nadia for a long time on the front porch.

In summer the kids go to bed later than the rest of the year.  That makes morning seem to come so much sooner.  And when morning starts at 6:36 with the beep, beep, beep of a truck backing into the driveway, it seems way too soon.

I convinced the littles to get to bed on time tonight by allowing the boys to sleep in the tent.  Gavin preferred to sleep inside, and for a treat is sharing a bedroom with Nadia.  By the sounds coming through the baby monitor, they are having way too much fun.  But at least they are in bed.

Yesterday was a quiet day since no one was scheduled to work on the house.  This afternoon, too, was quiet and the kids and I enjoyed some time in the back yard, spreading out a blanket to play Apples to Apples Junior (which turned out to be a pretty nifty way to sneak in some reading practice) and then going for a swim. 

This morning the concrete crew was in and now the foundation walls are poured. Tomorrow the forms will come off and on Thursday the guys will be here to backfill.

Next week the framing should start.  It's neat to see things coming together, but I'm having a hard time feeling excited.  I'd feel better if I didn't worry about things.  I'll be so glad when the work is done and I don't have to wonder if someone is going to get hurt.  Tonight Gerald is cutting out a doorway in the foundation, creating an opening into the addition.  I wonder...is he getting enough fresh air in the booth he made down there?  Is the window fan doing a good enough job sucking the fumes from the saw away?  Will the house still stand with a chunk of foundation wall missing? 

Making the first cut from the outside. After this he had to cut from the inside. 

He's finished now, and yes, he did make it out alive.  He had to stop once because his mask was so clogged with dust that he suddenly couldn't breathe, and by the time he was finished he'd had enough fumes that he needed to sit in the fresh air for a while. Yikes!

A little dusty, but alive and as handsome as ever. :)

Each morning we pray that everyone involved in the project will be kept safe, and each night we thank the LORD for his care and protection.  I need to focus on the truth that we are under his protection rather than on what might happen, knowing that nothing happens outside his will.  As always, we are in his hands.