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Wait Until They Discover Venus Flytraps

, , , , , , | Right | September 6, 2021

I’m babysitting a brother and sister who are four and three, respectively. The brother has recently started preschool and is always excited to tell his sister new things he’s learned.

We’re taking a walk around the neighborhood and he points to a fir tree.

Brother: “This is carnivorous!”

I laugh and he asks why.

Me: “This is a coNIFerous tree; it has cones. The word you said is carNIVorous, which means something that eats meat, like a tiger.”

The boy thinks about this for a moment and starts laughing, too. He turns to his sister.

Brother: “Watch out! The tree’s going to eat you!”

The whole rest of the day, the kids chased each other pretending to be man-eating trees.

Some Parents Are Such Babies

, , , , | Right | CREDIT: AnonymousPotato_94 | July 5, 2021

I have a small doll collection. A few months before this happened, my grandma gave me a doll for Christmas.

I do some babysitting every now and then. Around 14:00, a mother drops her kid off at my house. I usually don’t babysit in my own home, but it doesn’t bother me that much. At around 16:00, [Kid] says she wants to play hide and seek, so we play for about half an hour until she hides in my room, where she sees my display.

I’m usually really insecure about people seeing it, but she is six and looks so excited, so I take down the dolls to show her. I let her play with them until 17:00 when her mother comes to pick her up. [Mother] goes to my room to get [Kid] and I start to clean up. [Mother] notices the dolls.

Mother: “Hey, are you selling any of those? [Kid] loooooves dolls.”

Me: “Oh, I’m not selling any of these ones, but I have some others in storage I could—”

She points at the one my grandmother gave me.

Mother: “Oh, but that one is soooooo pretty! I’m sure you could spare it for my daughter. How much would you like for it?”

Me: “I’m sorry. That’s from my grandma. I can’t sell it.”

Mother: “Is she dead?”

Me: *Extremely confused and shocked* “No?”

Mother: “Well, then, how important could it possibly be? Dolls are for children, anyway. Don’t be so selfish!”

I am still technically a child, so her logic is ridiculous.

Mother: “Here, I’ll give you $5.”

I am a little frustrated because she won’t even give me a chance to talk.

Me: “Even if $5 was anywhere near a decent price, I wouldn’t sell this for $100. Now, if you’d please pay me for babysitting [Kid], I would be happy to sell you a different doll—”

Mother: “What is wrong with people these days?! You are so selfish! What are you even going to do with those dolls?! Grow up and stop trying to ruin my daughter’s childhood! [Kid] deserves that!”

Luckily, my mom’s car pulled into the driveway at that exact moment, and [Mother] paid me for babysitting and left, but not after having a little temper tantrum. After that experience, I stopped letting parents drop their kids off at my house for babysitting.

Three Kids, Fifteen Bucks, And Two Weeks

, , , , | Right | CREDIT: Flaky_Slice_76 | July 1, 2021

I’m nineteen and I work for my neighbors as a full-time nanny for their baby girl who’s about a year old. They have two other daughters who are eight and eleven, but I have been specifically instructed by their parents that I am only there for the baby, not them.

One Friday, I am getting up for work and I receive a text from my boss.

Boss: “[Husband] and I will be gone until noon. You are to skip your 11:00 am break in order to make sure the older girls will be supervised.”

I have just woken up, so I say okay and go to make my coffee. I have a hard time saying no on the spot and it takes me a minute to think through some things.

When the baby goes down for her nap, I text both bosses.

Me: “I completely understand that there will be appointments or things you need to do, but I would like to be asked if taking on three children and skipping my break is something I’m willing to do, rather than told. My hourly rate for all three girls is $20 and that I would like to be paid as such.”

I’m usually paid $15 an hour for watching the baby alone.

I receive a long text from the girls’ mom around fifteen minutes later that basically says they feel as though they have made several exceptions where my pay is concerned, and that she is perturbed by my message. She then goes on to detail three different instances in which they have shown me kindness and feel as though I should’ve made an exception. To top it off, she asks me to reevaluate over the next two-week period whether or not I want to keep my job.

I am really taken aback by this message, so I call my mom and ask her what she thinks. My mom is pissed. She tells me that she used to drive the two older girls to school in the morning along with my sister and would pick them up in the afternoon. I guess there were plenty of times my bosses assumed my mom would babysit after school with minimal heads-up and leave. My mom had to tell them to stop or pay her for her time. I have also kind of felt like they were dumping all their kids on me, especially because I serve as unpaid supervision for the two eldest girls as both parents work in isolated parts of the home.

I construct my own message back and detailed my own five-point list of kindnesses that I have shown the family, including last summer when I worked the same job I work now for $5 an hour to help out when the mom had to take on a summer job. I have also recently agreed to take on an extra ten hours weekly with no increase in pay to show my appreciation for this job. I also tell her:

Me: “I don’t understand what any of what you said has to do with the fact that I need to be asked in advance to take care of all three girls. I’m unsure how what I had said is deserving of a response asking me to reconsider if I want to keep my job. Consider this my two weeks’ notice. I do not appreciate my job stability being threatened over something so minimal. You should use this time to find alternative childcare, and we’ll part as friendly neighbors.”

They pretty much freak out. I don’t think [Boss] was actually expecting me to quit. They try to talk to me when they get home.

Boss: “You stressed me out by texting me in the first place, and I was just trying to make sure you were being properly paid because you made it sound like we were short-changing you!”

Me: “You were. And you shouldn’t have threatened me.”

She looked at the floor and her poor husband tried to do so much damage control. It was pretty awkward.

I do love the little one I babysit, but this has been such a mentally and physically taxing job as it is. I guess this was the straw that broke the camel’s back for me. I’m going to miss the baby, but not how tired I am, and I definitely won’t miss being taken advantage of.

Dentists Are Expensive; Establish Good Habits Early!

, , , , , | Related | June 26, 2021

My husband and I are going out for a date, so my in-laws are babysitting for us. When they get to our house I go over our two-year-old’s bedtime routine. I show them where we keep her toothbrush and flossers. 

Father-In-Law: “You brush her teeth? Why? She’s only two.”

Me: “Because she has teeth.”

The Ghost In The Kitchen…

, , , , | Right | June 22, 2021

I take nanny jobs to earn extra cash. It’s my first day at a new client’s home and their children are three and five. We are playing with Legos in the living room, just me and the kids.

All of a sudden, I hear a deep male voice yelling, “Hello? Hello?!” I start to freak out and tell the kids to get behind me to protect them.

Kids: *Exclaiming* “Grandpa!”

Me: “Your parents said no one is home.”

Five-Year-Old: “Grandpa is in the kitchen.”

Me: “There’s nobody in there. You just had lunch. I can see the kitchen from here.”

Male Voice: *Yelling* “Hello? Hello, is anyone home?!”

The kids grab my hands and pull me to the kitchen.

Kids: “Hey, Grandpa!”

I started laughing hysterically when I saw that it was Google Home with video chat! Their parents had it connected so their grandparents could pop in anytime. Would have been nice if they’d warned me!