My Home Office Is My Castle

I recently turned my spare bedroom into an office and it’s like a whole new world opened up for me. I bought myself that fancy ergonomic chair everyone talks about, which has basically become my throne. Every time someone from work asks if they can Zoom from my place (and every friend who wants to FaceTime), I feel this rush of pride because my home office is legit. My plants look at me with admiration too! But there’s one thing that still annoys me: whenever the house gets messy and my husband starts cleaning, he never tidies up around my space. It’s like a sacred ground for him now, I mean, I hope it’s just my ego talking, but every time he leaves papers lying around or touches my setup, I get these tiny little explosions of fury. My office is mine and only mine!