As you may know, I am a mother to four boys. Landon is seven, Logan is five, Rylan is two, and Greyson is two months. Three of my boys live with me full-time, and I have joint custody of one of them. My life is busy between diaper changes, homework help, fixing meals to feed an army (gotta start early, can't imagine my food bill when they hit the teen years, yikes!), you name it. I have a good routine going, and things run smooth most of the time. That was also when I was a full-time working mother. Here's my wonderful ride of
At the beginning of the year, our first babysitter had to shut down her babysitting business. Tragedy happened while children were in her care (thank God my son wasn't there the day it happened). A few weeks after, we found out she had numerous violations that could've affected the children, and wasn't certified with CPR, First-Aid or as an RN. We moved on real quick, but finding a sitter was only going to become tougher. As of today, this former sitter is in jail for additional criminal charges.
My sister came down to help while I could spend time finding a sitter and work. That didn't last long. She and my husband had tension towards each other, and they fought more than got along. She left the house, and left me to speed up my process from two weeks to 24 hours. The result? Two weeks off work, unpaid time off, and able to find a reasonable priced sitter....which only lasted three weeks.
This sitter was a stay at home mother who had three kids, ranging from eight years old to four months old. He did ok there. My problem with her was that she sat them in front of the TV all day, and he gained an attitude problem with one of the other boys in her care. The second week my son was only there for one day due to getting pinkeye (I had only worked three days a week during this time). She was still trying to charge me full price for the week. I paid her only for the one. She and I argued the third week, and that's when I fired her because of her unfair payment arrangements. She then tried to threaten to take me to small claims court for the remaining money I supposedly owe her. I have yet to see a document from her.
The next sitter was also a stay at home mom. She had four children, and her youngest had Down's Syndrome. She was only babysitting for a little extra money, and she did a lot of hands-on activities with the children in her care. I felt great having my son over there, especially when he was coming home with paintings, crafts, and a great attitude. After a few weeks with her, I had my baby boy, and was out of work for a few weeks. My second week on medical leave, I receive a text from her telling me that she would not be able to watch my kids anymore. After that, I told my husband I would look for one more babysitter, then if it did not work out, I would stay home. I found one the week before returning to work.
This sitter looked great on paper, and the interview went well. She was a CNA, CPR and First-Aid certified, had experience with a daycare setting, and was well experienced with infants. She brought her certificates and licenses with her, and I felt confident in her watching my boys. She was even willing to watch them in my home, and I was ok to let her bring her son with her. Rylan needed a playmate anyways. Everything was great upon my return to work.
The first day I return home, and my house is TRASHED! Books and toys were everywhere, my decor was lopsided on shelves, my kitchen looked like a bomb blew up in it, and the kids were running wild in my home. I wanted to have a panic attack. She left, and it took me three hours to straighten everything up again. Unsure about my decision now, I let it go. It was new for her and for me, and I was going to give it time. A few days go by, and the messes were less, but I caught the impression of laziness coming from her. My toddler's attitude was off the charts, and random things were coming up broken and missing. She was also demanding payments on days before we would get paid because she was low on funds (now, seriously, if I could find a job that would pay me whenever I wanted, sign me up), or would come up with other excuses. Then a couple of weeks ago, she pulled the evil move on me.
I prefer at least a weeks notice of leaving from caring for my kids so I can have time to look. I came home Friday evening to a normal evening. Sunday evening, I receive a text from her saying that she was offered another job and started the following Monday. After telling my husband, we were both pretty furious about the situation. This started my journey of becoming a stay at home mom.
This is my second week staying home. Lots of advantages are coming with this perk. My house is very clean! I only have to pick up after the kids during nap, and keep up with other duties. I have maintained a schedule on when things get done, and it's ran smooth. I've been able to balance the cleaning with spending time with the family. The kids are enjoying the extra playtime I have with them. Even my toddler's attitude has improved. I miss not being able to bring money in, and we have made a lot of sacrifices, but in the long run, it has been and will be better for the family. If a new opportunity comes my way for me to work from home, I might take it. For now, I will enjoy the moments with my young ones while they are young.
*~Tyane~*
Hello!!!
You have probably stumbled across my page for a reason. I guess you want to know a little more about me. Well....I'm Tyane. I am 27 years young, born in California, and raised in Indiana. I grew up in the tiny town of Russiaville with my mom, dad, and younger sister.
Childhood wasn't ideal in my eyes. My mother had mental issues and had her crazy moments. My dad was in the military for the first few years of my life, then had to work like crazy to support the family. I was a daddy's girl, which caused tension between my mom and me. I also have a laid back and reserved personality and it clashed with her outgoing crazy side. We struggled financially as well. I didn't have the clothes to match the latest styles, participating in extracurricular activities didn't exist, and meals were quick and easy.
At the age of 12, I lost my mom, suddenly. To this day, we don't know what her caused her sudden death. She was 35. My dad later on remarried, and I gained a stepbrother. We went from the typical family of four, to a blended family of five. We also kept my parents busy between volleyball, baseball, soccer, choir concerts, the whole nine. Then I graduated high school, moved out, and began my own journey.
At the age of 20, I became a mom for the first time. Finding out I was pregnant was the most shocking moment of my life. The pregnancy journey was full of emotion, and the birth of my son was the scariest time of my life.Though May 23rd changed my life for the better, I was in labor for 40 hours, landed in the OR for emergency c-section, then was hospitalized for eight days after my baby boy's birth. I ended up getting a very rare blood clotting condition which was diagnosed four days after delivery. After blood thinners and a gallon of antibiotics, I was finally released. On the upside, I did give birth to a healthy seven pound, thirteen ounce boy named Landon.
At 22, I met my second son's father. It was one of those "love at first sight" situations, and from the first night we met, we were inseparable. After dating for a couple of months, I found out I was pregnant. We decided, at that point, we should get married for the sake of our unborn son. I was married on May 15th that year. Then on August 21st, my nine pound eleven ounce ball of joy named Logan was born. He was so big at birth, the nurses nicknamed him "Bubba Logan". Those first few months of being a family were wonderful. Then things got rocky, and I became divorced.
Divorce on the legal side was pretty easy. The emotion and painful side was difficult. I had many sleepless nights, next to no appetite, and my mind was on turbo speed. I felt like the end of the world was near. My biggest worry was being able to raise my children and be coined the stereotype as a single mom, once again. It wasn't easy, but I tried my best to make sure I had the life at its best for my kiddos Before I knew it, I was working two jobs, and going to school full-time just to make ends meet. Little did I know that I was going to meet the love of my life while getting my degree.
January 10, 2010....Business Law....KO106. This class was on Monday nights. There was no assigned seating for this class, so I went toward the back of the room and sat next to a guy who was pursuing an IT degree. I later on found out his name was Dallas Since I socialize with almost anyone who comes down my path, we began small talk. As weeks and months went by, the small talk became the friendlier type. He became my best friend. Though, he was the "computer geek" we had many similarities and differences that seemed to blend well for a relationship. We started dating later that year. A few months later, I found out that baby number three was going to make a debut in 2011.
We were off and on dating wise during my pregnancy (gotta love them hormones). I was still dealing with the divorce emotions on top of the pregnancy emotions. He was about to graduate college and move out of town to start a new job. We clashed on some levels of our relationship until the ultrasound in March that year. We found out it was a boy, then the doctor noticed cysts in his brain that needed to be looked at a little more. We were told that this could be a condition called Trisomy 18, where a third copy of the 18th chromosome developed in his DNA. I later on found out that this could be lethal to the baby. After an additional ultrasound, those results came out negantive (thank God!) On August 9th, Rylan was born. He was my eight pound seven ounce miracle that kept Dallas and I together. After his birth, our relationship rekindled and improved greatly. I later on moved in with him in Carmel. I became engaged on February 29, 2012, and was married on June 6, 2012.
2013 has been full of ups and downs. We found out I was pregnant with baby boy number four. A week after that, my Gramma Joy passed away. My Papaw Leroy has been hospitalized since January with complications after a surgery. We have had issues with babysitters while Dallas and I were working In the spring, we found a house in Noblesville, and moved. I lost my job four weeks before the birth of my baby boy. On June 12, Greyson was born, my eight pound four ounce miracle. I am now a stay at home mom, and can proudly say that I enjoy it. I love being able to spend time with my babies and watch them grow each day.
Now you know my life story to date. Kinda crazy, I know, but that's how life rolls. Want to know some of the fun stuff, like hobbies and what not? Well here it goes....
I am a huge football junkie. Hate me all you want, but I love my Fightin' Irish and the Colts. I do keep up with all the games as much as I can. Weekends at my house during the fall involve nothing but football. I am the type that if I am watching it, NO ONE speaks to me if my teams are playing. I know, it's sad. I thank my grandfather, dad, and three uncles for the football talk during all the holiday dinners all these years. HA!!
Another hobby of mine involves cooking. I can thank my mom for this trait. I love to eat healthy, and make sure my family eats as healthy too. I don't like preparing boxed, processed, or chemically modified foods UNLESS I absolutely have to (and that is very rare that I have to). Not only do I find it fun to make meals from scratch, I have also found that it saves money in the long run. Call me weird, but I am excited to begin a garden at our home next year.
I also love to be creative and crafty. With four kids, I find it easy to come up with crafty things that involve them too. Creativity is become lack thereof nowadays, so I bring it upon myself to make sure the kids can express themselves in this manner. I like painting, making household decor, decorating, you name it.
Lastly, I love to write. I was a yearbook editor in high school. It led on to college when I took up a minor in English Writing after one of the professors was impressed by the quality of my papers. I haven't written anything in awhile, so I might still be rusty in some aspect. Hopefully that will change as I start this journey in writing.
That's just the beginning about me. My goal with this blog is to be able to share my ideas with you. It could be my favorite recipe, or what my kiddos have created at home or school. It could be a way that I saved time doing a household chore, or it could be how I spend time with my family. No matter what's posted, I hope you will learn something, and I hope to learn from you. I am open to suggestions and willing to try anything that you guys may have out there. Stay tuned....this is just the beginning!!
*~Tyane~*
As you may know, I am a mother to four boys. Landon is seven, Logan is five, Rylan is two, and Greyson is two months. Three of my boys live with me full-time, and I have joint custody of one of them. My life is busy between diaper changes, homework help, fixing meals to feed an army (gotta start early, can't imagine my food bill when they hit the teen years, yikes!), you name it. I have a good routine going, and things run smooth most of the time. That was also when I was a full-time working mother. Here's my wonderful ride of 
The next sitter was also a stay at home mom. She had four children, and her youngest had Down's Syndrome. She was only babysitting for a little extra money, and she did a lot of hands-on activities with the children in her care. I felt great having my son over there, especially when he was coming home with paintings, crafts, and a great attitude. After a few weeks with her, I had my baby boy, and was out of work for a few weeks. My second week on medical leave, I receive a text from her telling me that she would not be able to watch my kids anymore. After that, I told my husband I would look for one more babysitter, then if it did not work out, I would stay home. I found one the week before returning to work.
