My Husband and the Tuna (rant)

I'm typing quick because he's going to be in here any minute. I made tuna salad for MY lunch. I say MY lunch because my husband "doesn't eat" fish. So, why, at dinner, when I am totally set to finish off my tuna do I find the bowl in the sink? If you said "Because your husband ate the rest!," you'd be right. So then I get to spend 15mins trying to map out another dinner (for myself, they ate leftovers from the party last night) AFTER not drinking for 30mins, so I'm pretty pissed by the time I sit down to my SECOND batch of tuna for the day.

Can someone please explain to me how and why my husband and children "don't eat" things until *I* eat them? Then they are the most delicious things ever. WHY is that? How does someone who won't eat LOBSTER - the PINNACLE of seafood, decide to sit down and eat a BOWL of TUNA SALAD - especially when he knows I'm still on soft foods and somewhat limited in what I can eat? WHY? WHY?!

STORY OF MY LIFE!!! My children have this talent, that when buy something for them, it sits until I have to throw it out. Now, if I go and buy the exact same thing for myself, it's gone before I can get to it. God forbid if I say "don't touch" because now I gotta hear "well mama can you take me to the store to get some", or "why does your stuff always look SOOOOO good". It could be a bologna sandwich, makes no difference. I feel your pain.

I'll fix something for me, and my hubby will tell me how good it smells and I offer him some.  If I have leftovers, I have a certain shelf where i put all 'my' food, and he doesn't touch it.  It's like this is my shelf and my food.  I never place my food anywhere else other than my shelf so he is not known to eat it.  i do have SF pudding on my shelf, but he asks me if he can have one.

I guess I have him trained right...LOL

I've tried that "special shelf" thing. . . seems the minute my family knows that it's off limits to them, they want it. . . and suddenly, my special shelf is empty (or if my daughter is the perpetrator the crime, she's left an empty container LOL).

ugh.. for a second I thought you were talking about my husband.

LOL the "forbidden fruit" - very simple, no reason at all, other than the temptation of being told "don't do it".

When you see him, ask him how he feels, and tell him to expect the "runs" any time soon since you put laxatives in your tuna It might freak him out a bit, and make him think 3 times before touching your food again. That's what I would do

 SOunds like me and my kids over the SF popsicles. They can have ANYTHING IN THE DAMN KITCHEN! Yet what do they want? MY FRIGGIN POPSICLES! And i feel SO bad telling them no but then I remember THEY CAN HAVE ANYTHING IN THE DAMN KITCHEN! So NO NONO NO NO you canNOT have MY POPSICLES! End of rant...

My daughter does that.  The skinny wench not only eats my stuff but doesn't bother to fini****  I buy stuff for them and stuff for me.  Usually mine is the sugar free stuff and theirs is regular.  You would think they would want the real stuff but no, I come home and she opened a pudding cup, took a few bites and then put it in the sink.  And I told her not to eat it, to eat the other one but that must have gone in one ear and out the other. 
She works at a grocery store and is always coming home with bags of food she never eats.  My refrigerator is so full I can hardly put anything in there with things she buys and lets go bad.  I hate wasting food.  It drives me crazy.  Once she got a good deal on a ham so she brought home this thing, it must have been 20lbs and made a few sandwiches.  I don't care for ham so I was cutting off pieces and giving it to the dogs.  I wound up throwing out about 3/4 of it.

My husband uses the "but it tastes so much better when youuuuu make it" spiel - gah.

Thanks for understanding, ya'll. I guess part of why I was so mad is because the night before we had the most kick-a$$ party ever (hubby got a promotion). Here's what we had LEFT OVER: TONS of ribs, steaks, hot dogs, deviled eggs, dips, beer bread, coleslaw, veggies, grilled corn, desserts (three kinds) - I could go on. ((And no, it was NOT tortuous preparing all of that food, or being around it during the party. I felt fine, and had a great time, too.  But anyway...)) So with a fridge literally BULGING with food HE can eat around the clock, why would he touch something he doesn't even like? MY food?

He apologized when he realized what he had done, and he meant it, I could tell. But I have given him fair warning. I will be adding laxatives AT WILL. Don't **** me off.