Thanks for tuning back in to the Hubby channel. Our regularly scheduled programming will resume as soon as we have news and/or a plan.
Until then, it’s all about Hubby.
His thoughts on his recent insomnia:
“When I get a job, I will sleep like a baby. And when we have a baby, I’ll probably sleep at my job.”
I would love for him to get a job. Like, really, really soon. Not only for his well-being and sense of worth. Selfishly, I need him to get a job so I can quit mine. Oh, yeah, and so we can move forward with IVF.
But, you know, well-being and self-worth and all that, too.
Poor Hubby. He’s been working so hard. Just to get a job. I think once he actually has one, the workload will decrease dramatically.
Totally unrelated, we’ve been hit by the mothpocalypse lately. Normally, Hubby doesn’t do well with bugs. They creep him out a little. He usually makes me kill them, which I hate because I don’t mind some bugs, especially spiders, unless I convince myself they’re covered with germs or are likely to crawl through my ear canal and into my brain.
But since the moth invasion, Hubby’s been on a mission. He is out to get every last one of those moths, even though I would rather let them flit around the lights until their short life span comes to a natural end. Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I noticed a moth on the wall, right above my pillow. I debated about calling Hubby, but because of the ear canal thing, I decided I’d let him take care of it.
He chased that thing around, swatting at it mid-air, for a good fifteen minutes (okay, maybe not that long, but I was already in bed at this point, and it seemed to take forever when all I really wanted was to go to sleep). Lesson learned? I should have let Cat go after the moth instead of Hubby. She probably would have been more efficient.
(Even now, he’s looking around, searching for moths to attack!)
Stay tuned for our next episode: the engagement story!