Part of the beauty of working at home is that random weird crap can be spliced into your day.
But if your husband is also back to working at home, that random weird crap may suddenly be “observed” in a way that you have grown unaccustomed to. (From the proverb: If you don’t wear your pants in a forest, does anyone see?)
If you have been with your husband for 11 years, his knowledge of you can also border on “eerie”.
See this morning:
When I was looking at the bathroom door: “Don’t do a pull-up on that door frame.”
When my chair spun around and I almost put my foot through my laptop: “Is everything alright in there?” (how did he know?)
I’d start working in cafes more often, but they don’t let me do pull-ups on the door frames either.