Shhh…Do you hear that?

Me neither, and it is AWESOME.

Ever since my husband started his own company, he’s been working from home. And unless I’m on set, I work from home. I also live in my home, and I let him live here, too, which means I am never alone.

It turns out that’s not necessarily a recipe for rational behavior.

Me: “OMG, would you please-for-the-love-of-all-that-is-holy stop that?”

Him: “Stop what?”

Me: “Stop making that noise!”

Him: “What noise?”

Me: “THAT NOISE.”

Him: “This noise?”

Me: “Yes.”

Him: “That’s me breathing.”

Me: “Well, stop. It’s annoying me.”

This morning he left on a business trip, and I was so excited to have the place to myself I voluntarily fell out of bed at 5:30 to drive him to the airport, which is really 4:30 because “hey, screw you daylight savings.”

In my dazed and sleepless fog, I only missed my exit twice, exits five minutes from my home, which I have driven hundreds of times and could recreate out of popsicle sticks and paste from memory. Not that this bothers me. I would’ve driven him across the country myself if it meant sleeping in the middle of the bed.

The world is my oyster, and I’m eating Cocoa Puffs for dinner.