We were here today: Old Tucson Studios. The kids had a great time, and everyone was exhausted at the end of the day. It was a fun place, with a lot of movie history and enough activities to keep the kids excited and happy. And I didn’t even know about it until my dad’s wife mentioned that they wanted to take the kids there. I am a very bad tourist of the area where I live.
A few highlights from the last 24 hours:
Last night, I made myself fold an entire basket of clean socks. I will even admit that the contents of the basket have been in constant circulation for months weeks. Every morning, instead of being able to go to a drawer to grab a pair of socks, the kids and I have had to do the matchy matchy hunt through that damn basket. Frustrating, at 7:00 a.m.
So last night while Boy was asleep, I filled his sock drawer with matched pairs. This morning, I told him to go look.
“Wow, it’s like sock city in there!” he said, clearly moved beyond tears.
“Are you shocked?”, I asked.
“No, I’m socked!”
The boy never missed a beat. Love his wit, especially since it’s quick. He got a high five for that one.
Today, on the train ride through the old movie set, Girl said, “You know what, Mommy?”
I turned around to look at her.
She held up her middle finger. “This is a bad word in sign language.”
Holy freaking what?
“Yes, yes it is,” I gulped. “So don’t ever use that sign except in a few days when I’m going crazy and tell you to, okay?” I was relieved that there was no one near us on the train to witness her sign language show and tell. (Except that would have been really funny.) Edited to say: I promise to explain the distinction between real sign language that particular sign…I just couldn’t organize my thoughts well enough to do it in the moment.
Girl and Boy did not fight at all today. Seriously.
This event was so remarkable that even they commented on it. “Mommy, aren’t you so happy we haven’t been fighting allllll day today?” Boy asked.
Girl chimed in. “Remember that other day, last June, when we didn’t fight all day either?”
Turns out, all I have to do is wait about a year, and a day like today is bound to roll around again, making the 364 others all worth it. (It helps to read that in a sing-song voice, with a hint of Anne Taintor bitterness.)
I haven’t jumped in front of any buses yet, and I haven’t pushed anyone either. I haven’t even used any gestures that are bad words in sign language. Small victories.