When my daughter-in-law asked me to babysit for the weekend, I expected cuddles, cookie crumbs, and maybe a thank-you. Instead, I found a handwritten bill on the counter—for items I used while staying there! Shocked and furious, I planned the perfect comeback.
The text from Lila, my daughter-in-law, buzzed in as I was refilling the hummingbird feeder, my fingers sticky with sugar water.
“Hey, would you mind watching Oliver for the weekend? Lucas has a work retreat, and I’ve got a spa trip planned with my sister.”
I was a bit surprised. Lila and I had never really connected, and she’d often grumbled about “over-involved” grandparents since Oliver was born. Her idea of boundaries felt like a stone wall.
But I didn’t hesitate. I cherish every moment with my grandson—his sticky hands, the way he says “nana” with a little squeal that warms my heart.
“Of course,” I texted back.
That Friday, I arrived with a bag of treats, a few picture books, and my knitting. Lila’s smile at the door was thin and hurried, like she was already halfway out the door.
She gave me a quick rundown: nap time, snack time, bedtime. Then she was gone, heels clicking down the driveway.
The weekend flew by in a blur of Lego towers, peanut butter sandwiches, and bedtime stories. Oliver and I laughed ourselves silly.
By Sunday night, I felt a warm satisfaction—until I went to the kitchen to wash my tea mug and saw it: a note stuck to the fridge with a flower-shaped magnet.
At first, I thought it might be a thank-you card. Instead, in neat block letters, it read:
YOU OWE ME
- Eggs for your breakfast: $4
- Water (3 bottles): $3
- Washing powder: $5
- Electricity: $12
- Toilet paper used: $3
- Laundry detergent: $5
- Toothpaste: $4
TOTAL: $40
P.S. Venmo by Friday. Thanks ♥
I stared at it for a full minute, my jaw tightening. She was charging me—for toilet paper?
By the time I left that night, my plan was already forming.
The following weekend, I invited Lila and Lucas over for dinner. I spent hours preparing roast chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, fresh salad, and a triple-layer chocolate cake. The table was set beautifully, candles glowing.
We ate, we laughed—well, Lucas and I laughed. Lila mostly picked at her food, clearly suspicious of my sudden generosity.
When the plates were cleared and coffee poured, I slid an envelope across the table with a sweet smile.
“Just a little something from tonight,” I said.
She opened it. Inside was a handwritten bill:
- Roast chicken: $28
- Potatoes and butter: $6
- Salad ingredients: $9
- Cake and frosting: $18
- Electricity for oven: $8
- Candles burned: $3
TOTAL: $72
P.S. Cash or check by Friday. Thanks ♥
Lucas burst out laughing. Lila didn’t.
Lila’s mouth opened and closed like she wanted to argue, but Lucas was still chuckling.
“Oh, come on, Lila,” he said, “it’s just payback for your note to her last week.”
Her eyes narrowed at me. “It wasn’t a joke. That was a real bill.”
I sipped my coffee calmly. “Well,” I said sweetly, “so is mine.”
She set the envelope down, clearly irritated, but I wasn’t done.
“Oh, and don’t worry,” I added. “I’ve already itemized the extras.”
From my handbag, I pulled out another piece of paper.
ADDITIONAL CHARGES:
- Babysitting (48 hours @ $15/hr): $720
- Playtime & story hour (priceless, but let’s say): $50
- Cleaning the mess Oliver made: $60
- Wear and tear on Nana’s patience: $100
- Emotional labor surcharge: $200
Grand Total: $1,202
Payment due immediately. Interest applies after 7 days.
Lucas roared with laughter, nearly spilling his coffee.
“Looks like you actually owe her over a thousand dollars, Lila,” he said, still grinning.
Lila’s cheeks flushed crimson. She muttered something about me being “over the top,” but I just leaned back and smiled.
“Oh, I’m only doing what you taught me,” I said. “After all… boundaries, right?”
The best part? She hasn’t asked me to babysit since. But every time she sees me, she smiles just a little too wide—like someone who knows they’ve been beaten at their own game.
And me? I just keep a fresh invoice pad in my purse. You never know when it might come in handy.
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