Now that I am a mother and a homeschooling one at that, I have to keep up appearances. I know I am intelligent and well educated (private boarding school educated for that matter, and for those of you who don’t know, in England the privileged go to boarding schools to be learned not punished). I know I have a stiff-upper lip and take no-nonsense but you have to get close to me to discover this. I know I am mature, as opposed to empty headed, and not as in “old”. Finally, I know I am serious about not letting myself go. But by reading my blog, do you know?
One of my sisters-in-law, once removed or something, told me at Thanksgiving that I didn’t look as though I stayed at home. How’s that look? Nightdress and rollers at four in the afternoon? Bag of crisps in my hand? Fat? It was Thanksgiving for goodness sake, I’d dressed up! Everyone knows it’s not easy being a mother of four who also homeschools her brood, keeps pets in line and gets lost in her husband’s blue eyes.
Oh, and in case you’ve forgotten, I’m British! When I arrived on American soil I breathed deeply and prepared to immerse myself in American culture. The language eluded me then and, twenty some odd years later, still does. Slides are clips are slippers; a jumper is a dress is a sweater; cute is…well….cute is not a word in my vocabulary. I would only use the little pink word to describe babies and some young people. Recently, to my bewilderment, I have been hearing the word used dramatically to describe disgusting things, like belching, cute said with disdain, nose picking, cute said with a sneer, and hawking a loogie, cute said with a snort!
The original cute is the blonde, bimbo, with a high pitched voice and the brains of a lemon, she wears too much make-up and bears close resemblance to a doll. A…Barbie doll actually!
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.
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