My husband and I have both worked from home for the past 12 years as freelance writers. Sometimes I yearn for one of us to have a “normal job” so that we’re not exposed to each other’s less appealing habits all day. But mainly we count our blessings – we both get to see more of the children, we share the school run and go for walks. We’re lucky as we have separate offices and telephone lines – otherwise I’m not sure our sanity or marriage would have survived. We’re used to it, but sometimes the person who has traditionally been at home can get riled when their space is invaded.