How To Not Kill Your Partner While Working From Home

It’s the little things, people.

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I am not a fan of three-day weekends; much less a full-blown quarantine.

When my husband has a day off from work, sometimes he will walk over to give me a kiss when I am busy writing…

Ahem. Or watching Netflix, in the spirit of truthfulness.

I glare at him. I try not to glare, but glare I do. Because I married someone who both understands me and has a sense of humor, he will often laugh, and say,

I know. I’m very sorry I am in your house!

Then he goes about his business, leaving me alone. I return to what I am writing. Or Poldark.

Now every day is a three-day weekend, because he is working from home.

Every single person I know, who suddenly has their spouse or partner at home, is saying some version of this to me:

I am going to push him/her off the roof. I can’t take it.

Remarkably, though, he and I are doing alright, in this new arrangement. We are annoying each other about the same amount we always do, which I consider a firm win.