I'm so fortunate I can work from home. It allows me to have a slightly rewarding pretend carreer and to raise my own children. I can work in my pajamas. My husband dreams of such an opportunity.
Yesterday was a work from home day. In my office, I alternated between trying to type around the body of each of my small children, getting up to get them food and trying to concentrate on work. When the cats joined the act, all i wanted was a quiet non-confusing office. I wasn't wearing pajamas. I was wearing puked on cloths.
Dream on husband. Dream on. I think you will discover what the cows always do. The grass is always greener from the other side of the work force.