Sawdust, Sauna, Beer

This evening has felt incredibly satisfying. I haven't read a good book, been to the theatre, eaten out at a great restaurant, nor met friends - things I usually find very rewarding. I sawed a bunk bed into two (both girls have refused to sleep upstairs for months, and I bought a cheap wooden frame that cannot be split into two without sawing). I felt a bit jealous of our construction workers across the street, doing some physical work (sawing and sanding is strenuous if the only muscles you have left are baby-carrying biceps), with the radio playing, a post-work beer (they sadly have pre- and mid-work ones as well), and having a good Saturday sauna evening (being in Berlin, I doubt they do this). It's like the Ikea-furniture-building high I get. Too bad this job would pay a euro an hour. I would make quite a loss, paying our babysitter 8 per hour, but at least I wouldn't have my youngest as a co-worker (a one-year old can sand surprisingly well, but also hangs on your trouser leg most of the time).