Invading My Space

I work in the city and my wife works in the suburbs. Yesterday morning my wife had a job interview in the city, about 3-4 blocks from where I currently work. We rode the train together.

My Wife: "Wouldn't it be great if I worked downtown. We could ride the train together everyday and we could meet up for lunch all the time. It would be so much fun!"

My Mouth: "Yeah, that would be fantastic."

My Brain: "Oh God, oh God, oh God! Why have you forsaken me? My wife is cronically late. She'll mess up my whole morning routine. She also talks a lot, and loudly. I won't be able to take my morning nap on the train. And my wife will be 'that really loud woman who can't shut up.' How will I be able to take my evening winding-down nap on the train ride home? Jeez, don't we spend enough time together? Somebody save me!"

My Mouth: "Good luck with that interview. You know, I've been thinking of switching jobs as well."

My Brain: "Maybe something in the suburbs, closer to home."