My entitled neighbor expected free babysitting for months, but the one time I needed her? Radio silence. That’s when I realized kindness has limits. So, I got a little too creative and drew the line with a twist she never saw coming.
Motherhood is a beautiful journey, filled with ups and downs, laughter and tears. But what happens when someone sees your maternal instincts as an opportunity to exploit? When they assume that just because you’re a stay-at-home mom, you’re available 24/7 to be their personal, unpaid nanny? Hi there, I’m Annie, and boy, do I have a story for you…
Picture this: a quaint suburban neighborhood where tranquility reigns supreme. You know the kind? Pristine lawns, friendly waves from passing cars, and block parties that wrap up by 9 p.m. sharp.
That was my slice of paradise, quiet and drama-free. Until Hurricane Megan blew in next door.
From day one, Megan strutted around like she owned the place. Head held high, designer purse swinging, she was the walking definition of “extra.”
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve got nothing but respect for single moms. It’s a tough gig. But Megan? She wore her single mom status like a badge that entitled her to everyone’s time and energy. Especially mine.
Apparently, I was Megan’s personal target for FREE childcare.
“Hi there! I’m Megan,” she chirped, flashing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And this is my daughter, Lily.”
I bounced my son Tommy perched on my shoulder. “Nice to meet you! I’m Annie, and this little guy is Tommy.”
Megan’s eyes lit up. “Oh, you’re home during the day? That’s fantastic! I’ve been looking for someone reliable to watch Lily. My work schedule is just crazy, you know!”
I felt a twinge of unease but pushed it aside. “Well, I’m usually pretty busy with Tommy, but if you need help in an emergency, I can try.”
Megan’s smile widened. “That’s so sweet of you! I’m sure we’ll be great friends.”
As she left little Lily with me and walked away, I turned to Tommy. “Well, buddy, looks like we’ve got new neighbors. What do you think?”
Tommy gurgled and reached for my hair. If only I’d known what I was getting myself into.
Weeks rolled by and I was at my wit’s end. Megan’s “emergencies” had become a near-daily occurrence.
Despite my growing unease, I brushed it off. We moms gotta stick together, right? But one favor turned into two, then ten, and then I lost count.
The doorbell rang, and I groaned. “Tommy, want to bet who that is?”
I opened the door to find Megan, perfectly coiffed, with Lily in tow. “Annie, you’re a lifesaver! I’ve got this important meeting. You can watch Lily, right?”
I hesitated. “Megan, I’ve got a lot on my plate today and I can’t—”
“It’ll just be a few hours,” she interrupted, already ushering Lily inside. “You’re the best!”
Before I could protest, she was gone, leaving me with two kids and a growing sense of frustration.
Lily looked up at me with big eyes, holding a drawing of red and pink hearts. “Can we play dress-up, Annie?”
I sighed, forcing a smile. “Sure, sweetie. Let’s go find some costumes.”
As I watched the kids play, I couldn’t help but wonder how long I could keep this up.
Picture this: You’re knee-deep in diapers and alphabet songs, cherishing every moment with your little one. Then your neighbor knocks on the door again, flashing a smile and making the same monotonous request.
“Oh, Annie, would you be a sweetheart and babysit Lily for a few hours? I’m sure you wouldn’t mind watching her while I get my nails done.”
Spa days, shopping sprees, hair appointments… you name it, I was babysitting through it all. FOR FREE.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love kids. But there’s a fine line between being neighborly and being a doormat. And folks, I was starting to feel like I had “Welcome” printed on my forehead.
The last straw came on a Tuesday. I was in the middle of a virtual doctor’s appointment when Megan burst in, Lily trailing behind her.
“Annie, emergency! I’ve got to run to the salon. Watch Lily, okay?”
I gaped at her, my doctor’s voice still coming through my earbuds. “Megan, I’m in the middle of—”
“Thanks, you’re a doll!” And just like that, she was gone.
I turned back to my screen, where my doctor looked confused. “Everything okay, Annie?”
I laughed humorlessly. “Just peachy. Now, where were we?”
That night, I vented to my husband, Dan. “I can’t believe her! She just assumes I’m always available.”
Dan frowned. “Honey, you need to set some boundaries. This isn’t fair to you or Tommy.”
“You’re right. Next time she asks, I’m putting my foot down.”
Little did I know, my chance would come sooner than expected.
The following week, Dan and I had a doctor’s appointment. I figured it was the perfect opportunity to ask Megan for a favor.
I knocked on her door, my hopes soaring. Megan answered, looking annoyed at the interruption.
“Hey, Megan. I hate to ask, but Dan and I have a doctor’s appointment. Could you watch Tommy for an hour? I’d really appreciate it.”
Megan’s face twisted. “Oh, Annie. I’m really not comfortable watching other people’s kids. It’s just… stressful, you know? And I need my ‘me time.’ You understand, right?”
I stood there, STUNNED. After everything I’d done for her, she couldn’t spare ONE HOUR?
“Sure! I understand completely.”
As I walked away, something inside me snapped. It was time for a little creative problem-solving.
My opportunity came a few days later when Megan knocked on my door, Lily in tow.
“Annie, I’ve got a hair appointment. You can watch Lily, right?”
I smiled sweetly. “Actually, Megan, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been meaning to tell you about my new babysitting business.”
Her eyes lit up. “Babysitting business?”
“Yep! I figured since I’m home anyway, why not make some extra money? And since we’re neighbors, I’d be happy to give you a discounted rate.”
Megan leaned in, intrigued. “That’s amazing! How much?”
“Well, normally I’d charge $20 an hour, but for you, let’s say $15.”
Her jaw dropped. “Fifteen dollars an hour? That’s insane! I can’t afford that!”
I shrugged, feigning sympathy. “I know, childcare is so expensive these days. That’s why it’s important to find people willing to help out. Don’t you think?”
Megan’s face reddened. “I’ll figure something out.”
As she stormed off, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. The tables had finally turned.
Over the next few weeks, I fully embraced my role as a “professional” babysitter. Every time Megan asked for a favor, I responded with mock invoices and rate sheets.
One afternoon, she came to pick up Lily ten minutes late. I greeted her with a smile and a piece of paper.
“Here’s your invoice, Megan. Don’t forget the late pick-up fee!”
She snatched the paper, her face contorting with rage. “This is ridiculous! You’re nothing but a greedy witch!”
I raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“You have no right to charge me after all the times I’ve done favors for you!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “FAVORS? Like the time I asked you to watch Tommy for one hour and you said you weren’t comfortable watching other people’s kids?”
“That’s… that’s different! I’m a single mom. I’m busy!”
“And I’m a stay-at-home mom running a business,” I countered. “We’re all busy, Megan.”
She grabbed Lily’s hand and stormed off, leaving me feeling both guilty and oddly empowered.
Word of my “babysitting business” spread quickly through the neighborhood. I hadn’t planned on it, but soon other moms came to me with their Megan stories.
Chelsea, another neighbor, caught me at the mailbox. “Annie, you’re a genius! I started charging Megan too, and suddenly she stopped asking me to watch Lily.”
I laughed. “Really? I thought I was the only one.”
Chelsea shook her head. “Oh no, she’s been trying this with everyone. But now? She can’t find anyone to help her for free anymore.”
As we chatted, I saw Megan pull into her driveway. She glared at us before slamming her car door and stomping inside.
I turned to Chelsea. “I almost feel bad.”
“Don’t! She needed to learn she can’t take advantage of people.”
I nodded, watching Megan’s house. “I guess you’re right.”
Weeks passed, and I hardly saw Megan anymore. The constant knocking had stopped, and an eerie quiet settled over our little corner of the neighborhood.
One evening, as I was watering my front garden, I saw her struggling with groceries. For a moment, I considered offering help. Then I remembered all the times she’d left me in the lurch.
“Some people need to carry the heavy weight of their actions!” I muttered and turned around, ignoring her.
Megan soon found herself in a bind. Every time she asked for help babysitting, she was met with either a rate card or a “Sorry, I’m just too busy!”
Frustrated, she realized she couldn’t rely on “FREE” favors anymore and had to pay for a professional sitter.
So, there you have it, folks. Was it petty? Perhaps a bit. Was it satisfying? Absolutely! But sometimes, the best revenge is learning to communicate effectively and set healthy boundaries. Have you ever dealt with an entitled neighbor? How did you handle the situation? Share your stories in the comments!
My Sister Invited Me to Her Vacation Home Only to Dump Her Son on Me and Go Partying for a Week — I Gave Her a Reality Check
When my carefree sister Jessica asked me to her upstate vacation house, I quickly said yes. Once I arrived, it didn’t take long for me to realize that Jessica had duped me into looking after my energetic nephew while she went off to party. I soon came up with a way to make her pay.
I was sitting on my couch, nursing a glass of wine after yet another grueling day at the office, when my phone buzzed. My younger sister’s name flashed on the screen.
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I hadn’t heard from Jessica in weeks, so I picked up, curious about what she wanted.
“Anna! How’s my favorite sister doing?” Jessica’s voice was bright and bubbly, the exact opposite of how I felt.
“Exhausted,” I replied, not bothering to hide the weariness in my voice. “Work’s been insane. What’s up?”
“I have the perfect solution for you,” she chirped. “How about a week at my upstate vacation house? You need a break, and you know this is the perfect place for some chill time!”
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A week away sounded like heaven. The idea of lounging on a porch, sipping coffee, and catching up with my carefree sister was just what I needed. I could almost feel the stress melting away at the thought.
“That sounds amazing, Jess,” I said, feeling a smile spread across my face for the first time in days. “I’ll take some time off and drive up this weekend.”
“Great! I’ll get everything ready. You just bring yourself and some comfy clothes,” she said, her excitement palpable. “It’s going to be the best week ever, I promise!”
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The five-hour drive upstate was filled with daydreams of relaxation. I imagined Jessica and me sitting on the porch, reminiscing about our childhood, and maybe even getting some much-needed sisterly advice.
As I pulled into the driveway of the charming vacation house, my spirits were high. But then, as I parked and stepped out of the car, I noticed something that made my heart sink.
Jessica was there, but she wasn’t alone. Tommy, her three-year-old son, was clinging to her leg, looking as adorable and energetic as ever.
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“Anna, you’re here!” Jessica called out, a little too cheerfully. “I was starting to think you’d never arrive!”
I forced a smile. “Hey, Jess. I see you brought the little man along… I thought this was going to be a sisters-only thing?”
“Oh, I don’t know how you got that idea!” she said, flashing me a charming grin. “Now, I’d best get moving! My friends are already waiting in town.”
“What?” I frowned at her as she breezed past me and unlocked her car in the garage. “You’re leaving?”
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“Yes, sweetie! My girlfriends have been waiting for half an hour! I really thought you’d get here sooner.”
My jaw dropped. I could do nothing but stare as she backed her car out of the garage, winding down her window when she drew level with me.
“Now, Tommy’s snacks are in the fridge, and there are some movies to keep him entertained. I’ll be back by the end of the week. Thanks, sis, you’re a lifesaver!”
And just like that, she was gone. I stood there, stunned, watching her car disappear down the road.
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The weight of realization hit me like a ton of bricks: I’d been tricked into babysitting. I felt a surge of anger mixed with a pang of betrayal. This was supposed to be my getaway, my time to relax and recharge. Instead, I was now responsible for a toddler for an entire week.
Tommy, oblivious to the turmoil swirling inside me, tugged at my hand. “Auntie Anna, can we play?”
I looked down at his eager little face and sighed. “Sure, buddy. Let’s go inside and see what we can find.”
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I mulled over the situation I now found myself in while playing cars with Tommy on the living room carpet. It wasn’t that I minded babysitting my nephew, but not like this!
Despite my initial resentment, Tommy’s infectious energy and innocent charm quickly started to melt my heart. We spent the first day exploring the house, playing games, and watching his favorite cartoons.
As the days passed, we ventured outside, hiking through the nearby woods, building forts with fallen branches, and reading bedtime stories that made him giggle.
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One night, after Tommy had fallen asleep, I sat on the porch, staring out into the dark, star-filled sky. The anger I felt towards Jessica still simmered, but it was mixed with a new sense of clarity.
I loved my nephew, and I didn’t want to let him down. But I also knew I couldn’t let Jessica get away with this. She’d taken advantage of me in a way that was inexcusable.
I toyed with the idea of letting Tommy run wild, maybe even encouraging him to wreak havoc. It would be easy enough—toddlers are little chaos machines by nature.
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But that wasn’t me. I couldn’t let Tommy pay for his mother’s irresponsibility. Then it hit me. I’d make Jessica understand the true cost of her actions.
I grabbed my laptop and started researching professional childcare rates, jotting down numbers, and crafting an invoice that would make Jessica’s head spin.
By the end of the week, I was ready for Jess with a detailed invoice, complete with itemized charges for childcare, meals, and entertainment. The total was staggering but fair.
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Jessica’s car rolled up the driveway just as the sun was setting. She stepped out, looking refreshed and happy, as if she hadn’t a care in the world.
“Anna! You’re a saint for doing this. I hope Tommy wasn’t too much trouble,” she said, flashing a carefree smile.
I took a deep breath and forced a calm smile. “Hey, Jess. Tommy was great. But we need to talk.”
“Sure, honey.” She gave an exaggerated yawn. “But not now. Let’s catch up in the morning.”
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She started to breeze past me, but I blocked her off and gave her a stern look. “No, Jess. We need to talk now.”
Jessica’s smile faltered for a moment, then she laughed it off. “Oh, come on, Anna. Lighten up. You’re being such a grouch.”
I handed her the invoice without a word. Jessica’s eyes scanned the paper, her expression shifting from confusion to shock.
“What the hell is this?” she asked, her voice tinged with incredulity.
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“That’s what it would cost if you’d hired a professional to watch Tommy for the week,” I said evenly. “I think it’s only fair, considering you dumped him on me without any notice.”
Jessica laughed, a high, nervous sound. “You can’t be serious. We’re family! You’re his aunt, for crying out loud.”
I crossed my arms and met her gaze steadily. “I love Tommy, and I’m happy to spend time with him. But you used me, Jess. You took advantage of my need for a break and tricked me into babysitting. That’s not fair, and it’s not right.”
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Jessica’s face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she muttered, but I could see the gears turning in her head. She knew she was in the wrong.
“Stop acting so innocent when you know you messed up, Jessica.” I lowered my voice to a menacing tone as I continued, “You can’t treat people like this, especially the ones who love you.”
She stood there, silent, for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she sighed and pulled out her checkbook.
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I watched as she wrote the check, her hand trembling slightly. She handed it to me, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of remorse in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Anna. I didn’t realize… I didn’t think.”
I took the check and gave her a small nod. “Thank you. I hope this helps you understand.”
As I drove away, I felt a mix of satisfaction and relief. I had stood up for myself and set boundaries, something I rarely did. The drive home was peaceful, the weight of the past week lifting with every mile.
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In the weeks that followed, Jessica began to change. She called me more often, not just to gossip or borrow money, but to genuinely ask how I was doing. She started taking more responsibility for her actions.
One afternoon, I received a package from her. Inside was a handwritten note and a framed photo of Tommy and me, taken when we all gathered at her place last Fourth of July. The note read:
“Anna, thank you for everything. I’ve learned a lot from this experience. I’m trying to be better, for Tommy and for you.
Love, Jess.”
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I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. The experience had strengthened my sense of self-worth and set a new precedent for our relationship. We both had grown, learning valuable lessons about family, respect, and responsibility.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was progress. And that was enough.
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