Improving the housing of my camp

As the first generation of your children are growing up, your hovel seems more and more crowded, you realize that you will need to build something for your daughters to inhabit themselves. All too excited with the idea of each of them getting their very own room, your daughters wear themselves to exhaustion aiding you in beginning the construction of a miniature apartment building off to one side of your plateau. Acting as an architect and foremen, with your daughters working eagerly as child laborers, you are able to get a rough foundation and the very beginnings of walls laid out with brick by the time the sun is setting. Somehow more tired than your laboring youngsters, you call it a day and head off to bed, followed closely behind by your gorgeous trio of goblin wives, you snuggle up against you affectionately. If it wasn't for the dozen or so prepubescent goblin girls bedding down for the night around you, you would be pounding away at these brood mothers already. But as is you are **** to bite your lip and think of really sad and disgusting things to be able to settle your mind down enough to allow your exhaustion overpower your senses, and send you to a thankfully dreamless sleep.