True to life resume

Today I was  trying to update my profile on Monster.com.  As I am trying to ponder what to write to sell myself, I couldn't quite find the words to describe, "mom wearing slippers, glasses and pjs with snot (Max's, not mine) all over her face and neck holding a baby while typing."  Maybe "great at multitasking"  or "conservative dresser" or how about "un-phased by bodily fluids."

For those of you who know me well I have been through a lot in the last year years.  I have gotten separated, divorced and re-married.  I have moved from one state to another where I hardly knew a soul.  I have attempted to adjust to the fact that two of my babies are across the country and I don't get to see them on a daily, weekly or even monthly basis.  I have learned to cherish phone calls instead of hugs and skype photos instead of actual ones.  Maybe I could put "great telecommuter" on my resume.

My Sage turned ten on February 22nd.  It's amazing to look at old photos and realize how fast time goes. As I look at Sage's baby pictures I feel a surge of different emotions, happiness and love and even a bit of sadness as I am hit with the fact of how fast life goes. The tiny little baby that I see in the pictures is now a young lady full of opinions, ideas and gumption.  When Sage was just a week old she almost died of RSV.  Her and I spent a week in the PI CU  and I learned what each machine was and what each stat meant. The nurses taught me how to break up mucus and give breathing treatments.  How about "health care giver" as a personal attribute. 

This past Sunday we took the littles to Great Wolf Lodge.  We spent the night and two days there and had a blast swimming, riding water-slides and exploring all the wonders of the hotel.   The older three entertained us by pointing their wands at creatures and making them talk.  Max was fascinated by the talking bear and live story time.  We spent a lot of time in the water juggling three kids and a baby who thinks he can swim.  I'll add, "lifeguard and swimming instructor" to my talents.

Last night I listened to Sam read me these sweet poems from his fourth grade class (He is now in 6th) while watching the girls practice basketball.  Everyone once in a while I had to shout a word of encouragement or remind them to square up when they shoot.  So "coach" and "literature critic" should probably be added to my resume as well.

This past weekend after we got home from our three basketball games in a row marathon, my little Max decided he wanted to practice shooting in his little tykes hoop in our family room.  He must have heard me yell "shoot" several dozen times while cheering on Saxton to her first basket ever, Sage to her 10 points and Brayden, that he picked up the word.  However "shoot" translated through the mouth of a 19 month old turns out to be "shit."  This was just to hilarious not to document so I got out my phone and recorded Max's new word.  Now I have officially earned the term, "videographer" to my long list of certifications.

Everyday I do laundry, the dishes and sweep the floor.  I run errands, drop off kids, pick up kids and feed the dog.  I clean and vacuum and work on my photos.  I even work from home for Garden Critters of New Mexico.  (I am really pushing the multi-tasking quality).  But what I realize is how do you explain this in a cover letter or what box do you check to describe the exact kind of work you do.  There isn't any way.  For some reason, "Stay-at-home-mom" isn't a choice, because often it is looked down upon, not up to. 

So for now I will just continue to be a "great communicator" to my 19 month old as I talk to him like an adult while I push the shopping cart around.  I will add "able to handle criticism" as those who don't know me continue to judge me in a negative light. 

I will allow the fact that I graduated from a University with an A average to be sidelined to the fact that I have over five years experience in "nursing," the breast kind, not the medical.  I will continue to ap"praise" my children's art work, instead of the several thousand dollars of art work I used to sell.  

I am proud of my job and if my qualities as a mother are not as important as my professional ones, then that is the loss of the company who chooses to look past my true to life resume.