The day I turned 16, I couldn’t wait to drive.
The day I turned 16, my parents couldn’t wait for me to get a job.
I actually didn’t mind working. I loved the feel of a well-deserved paycheck in my movie theater popcorned hands, and I was proud to have helped plan someone’s graduation celebration when I worked in a party store. The local swimming pool, a bakery, my college campus art department with the biggest douchehead to date–these are just a few more of the places I’ve left a paper trail. When I earned my degree and began my career in education, I thought my days of menial jobs were gone.
And then I had kids.
Despite intermittent glances over my shoulder, afraid someone is going to figure out that I’m making stuff up as I go, I’m not too shabby of a parent. I’ll willingly become a human tissue if necessary, and I cater to most breakfast requests with a smile. Lately, I’ve been thinking about all of the newly honed skills I might add to my résumé…
Wiping things. Clorox wipe, wash cloth, or toilet paper–I’ve got this. Swiping the crumbs into my hand as to avoid a messy floor–I’m amazing. Having a toddler bend down and touch his toes to avoid subsequent skid marks in his Mickey Mouse underwear–I rule.
Scraping things. You’ve got anonymous goop stuck on your counter; I’ve got the thumb nail that will get it off.
Playdoh molding. Just name your color and stand back. A snowman? A pancake? A pair of glasses for our nearsighted teddy bear? I can do all that and more.
Finding socks. Not only are my super sleuthing skills helpful, but they’re also entertaining. Just the other day, I invented a new drinking game called There’s Another Sock. When you find a sock with no match, you do a shot. If you find the sock’s match, you do two shots. I’m bringing Happy Hour back.
Tea party extraordinaire. Our motto: Pinkies up or get out.
Diapering a squirmy child and/or a covering a baby boy’s peeper whilst diapering. If it moves, I can diaper it. I’m impressive like that.
Half listening. I’m sorry, did you say something? If you did, that’s why I’m smiling and nodding. If you didn’t, interpret my smile and nod as appreciation for your general presence. You’re welcome.
Multi-tasking. I’ve just sat down to eat a meal, and that means you’re about to see me at my best: Milk refills right this second? Absolutely. More ketchup? Of course! The phone rings, doorbell buzzes, dog vomits, and I started my period? Fantastic!
Boo-boo healer. I really excel in this role because I’m willing to go the extra mile to ease physical and mental excruciation. The ultimate goal is to defer all attention from the injured, embarrassed party, and focus on the parent as quickly as humanly possible. To achieve this, said parent must quack like a duck, dance like a ballerina, or sing The Wheels on the Bus at volume 60. A fancy Band-Aid on both knees, regardless of where the injury is located, also helps.
I’m sure there are more, but you know how fast these 15 minutes sneak up on me. Damn you, BlogHer Month of Risk!!
Remember this piece I wrote about my toddlers teaching me life lessons? The fine people at Mamapedia liked and featured it today on their site!!! You can check it out here!
I’m sure I’ve forgotten some–feel free to add your own!
Christine at More Than Mommies says
Brushed, Kissed, Prayed, and Tucked. Bedtime ritual completed nightly has become as routine and efficient as a racetrack pit stop. Did I say tucked? I meant duct taped–nobody’s gettin’ out of bed after lights out. 😉 Great Resume!
Oooh duct tape! That’s the one thing I’ve yet to try to keep my boy in his bed past 6am. 😉
Jill Pinnella Corso says
Not going to lie: that doesn’t sound like a fun job. I think I’ll just reset my clock for another couple years.
I think this Saturday we change the clocks, so it’s perfect timing. (that was lame; I’m tired. don’t judge) 🙂
Penny Roach says
I think we should unionize! Those are some amazing skills and I’m sure there are tons more. Absolutely loved this post – too funny.
Well, gotta run. MIA socks are calling my name. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere right?
Penny at Green Moms and Kids
Dani Ryan says
LOVE IT!!!! Who needs all of those diplomas and certifications? Once you’re a mom, you’re pretty much qualified to do anything!
Seriously! Why did I even go to college?! 😉
And just think- you don’t have to pay back any student loans for any of these lessons! Awesome!!
Hahahahaha!! Good point!!!
Piper George says
What about fortune teller – if there is any one who can truly see the future, it’s a mum. I can foresee that cup is about to leave the table, I know for sure I will be the one who stands on the missing lego, I can predict what will happen 5 seconds after I say bedtime and I know exactly what tantrum is about to occur in the supermarket once I catch a sight of ‘that’ face!
I always keep my fingernails trimmed short otherwise I would get poo and other junk stuck under them all the time but I leave my thumb alone…it is my major cleaning weapon!
You know it! That thumb nail is indispensable!