Two things happened this weekend...
I got my closets and cabinets all cleaned out, all purged for the moving event!
Gavin got grounded three times.
Why three times? Well, that is my fault. I caved and let him go out after not serving his entire punishment for a few reasons.
First, I wanted him to shut up. When he is grounded, he hovers around me and nags constantly. I start to envision one of those shock collars for dogs, but instead of barking, it would zap Gavin for talking.
Secondly, I wanted my house to stay somewhat clean, and the less the children and my father are around, the longer it stays clean...giving me time to clean SOMETHING ELSE.
Anyway, this child managed to get himself grounded three times, and now I have to stick to it because his mouth is really pissing me off. This was the text I got yesterday when I told him he will be grounded all week:
"I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you"
The good part about him being grounded is that I can use him for manual labor. My dad is taking the first load of his stuff down to PA this weekend, my mom comes to visit and Andy gets home. Things are going to start to move pretty quickly from here.
The rest of my weekend consisted of trying on all my "skinny" clothes, to further motivate me to diet (starve) for California. I am really hungry. For Peanut Butter Eggs and Thanksgiving Dinner. (and always fondue, but that goes without saying.) I can't get past this certain number. It really is starting to make me mad. I have been hovering on the brink of breaking it for a week. I figure if I can be halfway decent this week and next, then I can have whatever I want next weekend when we go out to SF for the weekend. No children and no diets. Just fun, friends, food and wine. And mojitos. And martinis. And mimosas.
(You get the picture.)