A little bit older but none the wiser my oldest son at eleven or so was practicing his baseball swings with a brutal looking steel bat. He didn’t even play baseball but he had a bat ...
At six years old my youngest daughter is now able to inflict her own injuries upon herself. She’s at home during a break from a play we are all involved in and is in her closet ...
It must have been the next Thanksgiving (I’m beginning to wonder if we get just a tad careless around holiday time or distracted by visitors?), that our next mishap occurred. My ...
I learned that children are very trusting of all inanimate things, especially furniture. They climb on chairs set on tables, step stools set in recliners, and the shelves in a pantry, ...
The next mishap occurred when we were on our way to get pizza from Cici’s, actually I tell a lie, my husband was on his way, I was staying at home with the baby who had fallen asleep in ...
When I had reached my quota of four children, and my mid-section had called a halt to its rapidly expanding and contracting circumference, and the seed had been literally cut off once ...
Before returning to work I had to shed some serious poundage. Remember I’d eaten cake and ice cream every night because I could? I am not one of those women with a closet full of ...
Nobody told me that children are a health hazard once they are sprung from the safety of the womb. Our health insurance took a beating while they were taste testing their world, ...
So here I am with children. No experience, just beating the clock before it beats me. I, or rather my doctor, drew the line at four. I would have argued had it not been for his ...
As I was preparing to key in my code and program the speed I may want to achieve the next time I darkened the Y doors, I heard someone say, loudly enough to be heard above the clunking ...
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.