Having posted a few excerpts about my life with boys, it has just dawned on me that there is another boy who so far hasn’t been mentioned, my husband. He refers to himself as number three (or number five since we got our puppy). This is for a number of reasons, but his main justification is the alley cat existence he believes he is forced to live when it comes to food.I should point out that my husband hates waste. In short rather than asking me what’s for dinner or indeed offering to cook dinner, he asks what needs eating. A typical meal ends with the remainders being scraped onto a plate and left for him to eat. A visit to Pizza Hut necessitates bringing home a box of left overs. You get the picture. He has even been know to eat biscuits that have recently been put in the bin and I have witnessed him scraping out containers that have been left in said bin. His quirky eating habits do help our finances somewhat though.
Enough about food, my other big sin is leaving him asleep on sofa. Husband works shifts which clearly results in early mornings, late nights and erm tiredness. I need sleep badly and on top of that there are frequent times when I would sell my soul for peace and quiet. Therefore if husband puts boys to bed which he often helpfully does and falls asleep, the temptation to leave him is just too great.
So what’s next on my list of wrongdoings, o yes, it has become obvious to husband that at times I perhaps prefer our puppy to him and that said puppy can do no wrong. Whilst this isn’t stricty true, the fact that the puppy doesn’t answer back does give him an advantage and his undeniable cuteness works in his favour. This may change when puppy becomes a larger dog.
I think I have covered the basics of boy number three (five) but I’m sure there will be more to add on various occasions.