I will start this post by letting you know my husband and I are married and WE DO live in the same house. Not entirely sure why this story popped into my head but memories are funny like that. There was a phase that everytime we pulled up in the driveway one of my kids would shout, "Yay! Dad's House!"
Looking back on it, I think I finally solved the mystery of why he always called it this. My husband worked from home so whenever we got home, he would typically be there. This makes a lot of sense thinking about it in retrospect but back in the moment it always felt like a little slap in the face.