I love my husband very much but yes, he's under my feet all the time at home. He's in the end of the kitchen-diner, so I can't even go in and pinch the last chocolate biscuit without him noticing.
Joking apart:
There are things that are brilliant about it. When the fridge-freezer was delivered I didn't need to nip home from work to receive it (I work 10 minutes away). The children are teens, but when ds had appendicitis (afterwards obviously) I could go to work and not leave him alone.
Dh is really good about setting the washing going, hanging it out, getting it in if it rains. He normally does the evening meal (although that is at least partially because he's invariably in an important meeting that can't have banging of pans in the background at the time I want to do it)
BUT: I like my alone time. I need space. I have one day off and I really value that day to be able to relax, and get on with household stuff.
Silly things like washing the sheets. I used to do them all on the day off. My routine was: come back from school run, put sheets on washing, hang them up, back on beds in the evening. Now I can't normally get the washing on first thing because he's got a morning meeting, which means they're not dried by bedtime.
Hoovering can't be done while he's in a meeting (and at times that's most of the day) or baking a cake, or washing the floor (under his feet).
One of my hobbies is sewing. I can't use the sewing machine because I need the same table and it shakes it...
But actually most of all I needed that day to just do what I want. Put my music on and sing (badly) to it. Cry and rage at the walls when things were going badly. Have friends back for coffee...
It's not that I don't like him here most of the time, but not all the time.