I was thinking, because I have been having chronic insomnia and there is nothing better that I could be doing, that I have some incredible skills that would be the glory of any resume.
I know exactly how many matchbox cars will flush down an industrial grade toilet.
I know how to pick a lock to rescue the child who accidentally locked themselves in the bathroom/bedroom/closet.
I have the book brown bear, brown bear memorized. And each peach pear plum. And if you give a mouse a cookie.
I can do the hookey pookey and believe that really is what life is all about.
I can fit a weeks worth of groceries into two reuseable bags on the back of my wheelchair.
I can make special education equipment out of pool noodles, velcro, and duct tape.
I can have entire conversations in my sleep.
I can skip long security lines in a single bound.
I can sign most major curse words.
I can change a diaper, with kid standing, in about 30 seconds.
I can piss off authority/superiors before I even meet them.
I know all the verses to the wheels in the bus, and that bus driver needs a raise!
I can look at fourteen children and blatantly lie by saying it is raining because it is too freakin hot to breathe outside.
I speak toddler.
I am fluent in Pig Latin.
In German I can ask for beer and a cheap prostitute.
I can hold a bucket for a vomiting child with one hand while spoon feeding a child with the other. Never mix up the two hands.
I am not ashamed of doing my best runway walk down a school hallway after letting three year olds put "make up" (face paint) on me and then dress me in butterfly wings, a princess tiara, red velvet elbow gloves, and high heels.
I can fall up stairs.
I can puree anything. Pizza - done it. Chicken strips - done it. Salad- done it. Some foods actually look better pureed than whole like school vegetarian lasagna.
I can hold negotiations with a toddler that would befuddle most SWAT team negotiators and embassadors.
I can rate the accessibility of most public restrooms within 2-3 miles of where I live. And most of the stores.
I can burp the entire alphabet.
I can pass for 18. I am 30.
I can totally bullcrap my way through essay questions on exams and usually hit on enough correct points, even by accident (a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while) to do fairly well on the exam.
I can take 14 children age 5 to the large science museum in Pittsburgh with only the help of a brooding teenager and return with the same 14 children intact.
I can tune out the sound of a child having a tantrum even as they throw themselves over my feet in mass hysteria.
I always have something odd yet useful in my purse.
I speak medical. Sometimes I even dumb it down for the doctors.
I can recognize poison ivy and am smart enough to wear long pants and long sleeves when near it. Can't say the same for the other two prissy girls working with me on that missions trip.
I can fill up an entire blog post with this list of random meaningless abilities.
January 14, 2012 at 9:12 PM
Written like someone with experience of IEP-language. ;)
The seemingly little tasks both required and ignored by our everyday functioning are . . . an endless list.
I'd hire you in a heartbeat!
January 23, 2012 at 11:57 PM
Oh my gosh I LOVE this... I am printing it out and sharing it with our SPED team.... they will want to read your blog from now on... I'm SURE! :)
I'd hire you also! Too bad you deserve way more than just money!
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