My husband and I spend a lot of time together. I wouldn't have it any other way.
On most weekdays I help my teenage sons get out the door for school before sitting down to have breakfast with my husband. We talk about our days, discuss any parenting challenges we might be facing, and load the dishwasher before heading to our workdays.
His office is in the basement, and on days when I'm working from home, mine is on the second story.
We typically meet on the main floor for lunch and another chat. At some point, we find time for a workout — either a run or something from the Peloton app. After the workday, we check in with the kids and leash the dog for a short walk around the neighborhood before working on dinner together.
We spend an absurd amount of time together, and I wouldn't have it any other way.