Ugh. This is a huge bone of contention with DH and me.
He would rather gnaw off his own foot than have to prepare himself a meal. *eyeroll* He works second shift, so he is not home at dinnertime, and I'm sure not going to prepare an actual dinner for just DD (who barely eats, anyway) and me. Getting a full-blown lunch on the table can be difficult when he's scrambling to get his homework done before class and work, so unless I wait until midnight to make dinner for when he gets home (which is right up there on my list of things I love to do along with plucking my eyebrows out one hair at a time), he will get home from work and just snack, snack, snack until he goes to bed. For some reason, he gets this idea that the leftovers have already gone bad even if it's just the next day, so I end up throwing out leftovers at least once or twice a week. It drives me absolutely insane, but I can't eat all the leftovers by myself, either. I've tried making just enough for two people, but that doesn't work so well, either.
I just told DH yesterday afternoon that the potatoes I made Tuesday night were sitting in the fridge for him to eat and that if I ended up throwing them out without him eating any that I would be FURIOUS. When he got home from work last night, he promised that he'd eat them today. Guess what he ate today before work?! NOT POTATOES. He won't want to eat them tonight, either, when he gets home, and then tomorrow he will think they've been in there too long and gone 'bad.' AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.
I will have to start borrowing kids from the neighborhood to come over and eat dinner with DD and me so that we don't have leftovers anymore.