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?”
She was married to Burt Reynolds, won three Golden Globe Awards and received two Emmy nominations: It is safe to say that men once admired her and women aspired to be like her
Loni Anderson became a familiar face on American television in the late 1970s when she played the charming receptionist Jennifer Marlowe on the CBS sitcom WKRP in Cincinnati. This role not only made her a star, but also earned her three Golden Globe Awards.
The show, which aired from 1978 to 1982, followed the ups and downs of the staff at a struggling Ohio radio station. Reflecting on her character’s appeal, Loni said: “Women appreciated that I was both sexy and smart. It may sound strange today, but in 1978 there weren’t many women who combined those qualities in comedy”.
Born into an upper-middle-class family in Minnesota, Loni developed a passion for acting at a young age. She also experienced the pressures of early puberty: “I was the first girl in my class to wear a bra. At first it was exciting, but I soon became embarrassed when I realized I was the only one who had to go through this”.
Before her breakthrough role, Loni made her acting debut in the 1966 film Nevada Smith opposite Steve McQueen. She then appeared in various shows such as SWAT, Phyllis and Police Woman. In addition to acting, she also rose to fame as a poster star, most notably through a popular photo that featured her in a bikini. She humorously noted: “I thought my grandchildren would look at these one day and see what I really looked like”.
Her iconic role in WKRP came about after producer Hugh Wilson noticed one of her bikini posters and decided to cast her as Jennifer, a decision that thrust her into the spotlight. “She was the oracle of the place”, Wilson noted, emphasizing her powerful presence.
Loni’s personal life was marked by high-profile relationships, including her marriage to actor Burt Reynolds from 1988 to 1994. Although they seemed like a perfect Hollywood couple, their marriage ended in a highly publicized and difficult divorce. They adopted a son, Quinton, but the separation was fraught with accusations and disputes over child support.
Burt spoke openly about their marital problems, saying: “It wasn’t lollipops and roses”. He also shared private details that made their split even more painful. However, Loni focused on her son’s well-being during the proceedings, stating: “I don’t plan on getting involved in a media war”.
Years later, Loni accused Burt of physical abuse and noted that he often failed to pay child support on time. Despite their difficult history, when Burt passed away in 2018, Loni expressed her respect and gratitude for their life together.
Now 79, Loni continues to exude beauty and vitality and attributes her youthful appearance to a healthy lifestyle. She aims to reshape the stereotype of grandmothers, saying: “I never wanted to play traditional grandmothers”. She maintains an active routine of cardio, weight training and a diet rich in fruits and vegetables, and emphasizes mental wellbeing through gratitude.
In 2008, she married musician Bob Flick, who she believes was always the right partner for her. “It’s amazing how we found each other again”, she said, reflecting on their union.
Loni’s family faced challenges, including her daughter Deidra’s diagnosis of multiple sclerosis, which hit her deeply. “I broke down”, she admitted, but she stayed strong for Deidra and demonstrated her resilience.
With her positive attitude and supportive relationships, Loni Anderson serves as an inspiration and shows that life can be beautiful at any age.
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