Ching isn't there..Either he has run away or is now sleeping in the den.

At 3:30 Friday morning, I had a feeling.  I peak over to my right.  The covers are in a disarray but empty.  Ching isn't there..Either he has run away or is now sleeping in the den.  Oh crap..I hope I wasn't snoring.

In reality Ching told me that he couldn't sleep so decided to read and try to sleep in the den.  (Dude..I don't think the burrito before bed was a good idea.)  While Ching hasn't slept well, he does get the girls dressed as I am rushing around..doing whatever it is that I do.  After he does his morning task, he comes into the kitchen, checks his blackberry and then says, "I know you don't like when I do this but I have made the decision to work from home."  He also has a slight cowering in his stance like I am either going to hit him or make the vagina gesture in his face.  Let me make this clear:
1.  I absolutely don't hit.  I mock..but I would never hit.
2.  I don't hate when Ching works from home.  I just seethe with jealousy.

I would love to work from home.  I would avoid the commute and that creepy guy in the cafe that takes my $2 for coffee.  I wouldn't have to be nice..I wouldn't even have to shower.

Granted, there are things that I would only do at work--like working out at lunch.  That would be an issue for me.  (Honestly, I don't think that is an issue with Ching.)

But how much work does he actually get done?  I honestly don't think that I would do much.  I would find everything to do..90210 re-runs, picking up..Christ, I would even dust.  I would talk to myself like a mad woman and maybe even take a nap.

Of course, if I didn't go to work, no one would see my awesome vanilla fashion sense, see any of my eye rolls or hear my very slight mumbling snark.  While some days it is painful, selfishly, I need an audience.