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 plotted the perfect payback.
The text from Brittany, my DIL, buzzed in just as I was refilling the hummingbird feeder, my fingers sticky with sugar water.
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“Hey, would you mind staying with Noah for the weekend? Ethan has a work retreat and I have a spa trip planned with my sister.”
I was a little surprised.
Brittany and I had never clicked, and she’d taken to complaining about “over-involved” grandparents since Noah was born.
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Her concept of boundaries reminded me unnervingly of the Berlin Wall.
But I didn’t hesitate. I love every second I get to spend with my grandson: his sticky fingers, the way he says “grahma” with a little squeal at the end that makes my heart squeeze.
“Of course,” I texted back.
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“Everything you need will be ready. Just relax and enjoy time with him!” she replied.
I smiled, already mentally planning which cookies we’d bake together. Noah had recently discovered the joy of sprinkles — everywhere but on the cookies.
But when I arrived Friday afternoon, the house looked like the morning after a toddler hurricane.
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Toys scattered across the living room floor created an obstacle course. The kitchen sink overflowed with dishes, and a crusty pan soaked in cold water on the stove.
“Grahma!” Noah squealed, running toward me with open arms, his diaper sagging.
I scooped him up, my irritation melting as he planted a wet kiss on my cheek.
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“Hey, Abby! Thanks so much for coming.” Brittany marched up the hallway, suitcase wheeling behind her. “There’s food in the fridge, Noah’s stuff is in his room, and, well, I’m sure I don’t need to map everything out for you.”
She leaned over to kiss Noah and was heading out the door before I could reply.
“Be good for Grandma, sweetie!” She called over her shoulder. “Mommy will be back soon.”
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“Mommy go bye-bye?” he asked, his big blue eyes — so much like his father’s — watching over my shoulder.
“She’s going on a trip, sweetie. We get to have a special weekend together.”
He nodded solemnly before wiggling out of my arms to show me his latest toy car.
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After he settled with his blocks, I went to the kitchen to make coffee.
That’s when I discovered that Brittany’s idea of “everything you need will be ready” differed vastly from mine.
There was half a carton of eggs in the fridge, no bread, and no full meals to speak of. I sniffed the milk: borderline.
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“What on earth?” I muttered to myself.
It was bad enough that she invited me to stay in a house that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned all week, but to leave me with only a half-stocked fridge?
As I stepped back into the living room, where Noah was still playing with his blocks, I noted his sagging diaper once more and a horrifying thought struck me.
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I took Noah to his room to change his diaper and discovered my worst fears were true.
Brittany had left me with only five diapers and not a single wipe. I’d been frustrated before, but now I was downright mad!
So, I did what any resourceful woman would do.
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I gave Noah a toy to keep him busy and told him to wait right there.
Then I scurried into the main bathroom, took the lavender-colored washcloth I assumed belonged to Brittany, and used it as a wipe instead.
“Looks like we’ll have to do a load of laundry,” I remarked to Noah as I put on his fresh diaper. “But first, you and me are going to the store!”
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“Store!” he agreed enthusiastically.
I grabbed my purse, strapped Noah into his car seat, and headed to the store.
$68 later, Noah and I had everything we needed: snacks, wipes, diapers, groceries, and a little stuffed elephant that Noah had hugged with such conviction I couldn’t say no.
“We make cookies?” Noah asked as we unpacked our treasures.
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“Tomorrow, sweetheart. First, let’s make some dinner and get this place in order.”
The weekend unfolded in a blur of small joys. We played in the park until our cheeks were pink from the wind, Noah shrieking with laughter as I pushed him on the swing.
“Higher, Grahma!”
“Not too high,” I cautioned, though I gave an extra push that sent him squealing.
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We baked sugar cookies, and I let Noah crack the eggs. He missed the bowl by a mile, giggling as yolk dripped onto the counter.
“Oopsie,” he said, his eyes wide.
“That’s why we bought extra eggs,” I winked. “Try again, sweetie. Practice makes perfect.”
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We watched Finding Nemo under a cozy blanket, with Noah mouthing the words to parts he knew by heart.
And every night, I tucked him into bed, kissed him good night, and read him a story.
After he fell asleep, I tackled the house.
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I’d made it my mission to get the house in order, so I spent the rest of my evenings doing dishes and laundry.
My back ached, but it felt good to create order from chaos. Noah deserved a clean, peaceful home.
I even made a casserole for Brittany to have when she returned.
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Sunday night, after tucking Noah in with three stories and five goodnight kisses, I collapsed on the couch.
My feet throbbed, but my heart was full.
These moments with Noah were precious, fleeting gifts I treasured. Ethan had grown so quickly; Noah would too.
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Monday morning, sunlight was just warming the kitchen windows when I noticed the piece of paper pinned under a mug on the counter.
A handwritten note with my name on it; pink pen, loopy handwriting.
I smiled as I unfolded the page, expecting a thank-you, but instead got the shock of my life.
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It was a bill with an itemized list for “living expenses” that read like a joke:
Eggs: $8
Water (3 bottles): $3
Electricity: $12
Toilet paper: $3
Laundry detergent: $5
Toothpaste: $4
TOTAL: $40
And the kicker?
“Please Venmo by Friday. Thanks!! ❤️”
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I blinked.
Then I laughed. Then I got mad.
And that’s when I heard the front door open.
“Abby? I’m home.” Brittany’s voice carried down the hall.
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I could’ve confronted her then, but I was so angry that I knew any conversation I had about her bill would end disastrously.
So, I scrunched the note in my fist and forced myself to smile as I stepped out into the hall.
“Hi, Brittany. I didn’t expect you so early.”
Brittany just shrugged. “How was everything?”
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“Wonderful,” I answered truthfully. “Noah is a delight.”
“Thanks for helping out,” she said, her attention already on her phone. “Ethan should be home around noon.”
I gathered my things, kissed Noah goodbye, and left. By the time I arrived home, I knew exactly how I was going to pay Brittany’s bill.
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I went straight to my laptop after entering my home, and let decades of parenting receipts flow from my fingertips. The more I typed, the more cathartic it felt.
This wasn’t just about $40.
This was about respect, about family, about what it means to care for each other.
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A few hours later, I had a professional-looking invoice:
Grandmother Services, Est. 1993
Raising One Fine Husband for You Since Day One
SERVICES RENDERED:
18 years of feeding your husband: 19,710 meals @ average $5 each = $98,550
18 years of laundry services: 3 loads/week x 52 weeks x 18 years @ $5/load = $14,040
Medical copays for childhood illnesses: 12 years of pediatric visits @ $25 each = $3,600
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Transportation services: 16 years of rides to school, sports, and friends’ houses: 9,000 miles @ $0.58/mile = $5,220
Counseling services post-high school breakup: 15 hours @ $75/hour = $1,125
Tutoring services (math, science, life advice): 500 hours @ $30/hour = $15,000
Emotional support (priceless, but let’s say): 18 years @ $10/day = $65,700
Subtotal: $203,235
Family Discount (because I’m feeling generous): -$203,195
Total Amount Due: $40
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Beneath that, I added a note: “Please deduct your original ‘invoice’ from this amount. ❤️ Thanks for understanding!!”
I printed it on fancy linen paper and slid it into a gold-trimmed envelope like it was a wedding invitation.
The next morning, I dropped it in her mailbox.
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Not an hour passed before my phone rang.
“Mom?” Ethan’s voice cracked with what sounded like suppressed laughter.
“Yes, dear?”
“What did you do?”
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I feigned innocence. “What do you mean?”
“Brittany is… upset.”
“Oh?” I stirred my tea. “About what?”
“She says you’re attacking her, mocking her boundaries, and crossing the line. She showed me the invoice you sent.”
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I waited, heart pounding.
Then he continued, his voice softer. “I told her she deserved it. I had no idea she intended to leave you a bill for using our stuff while you were staying here, Mom.”
Relief washed over me.
“I’m sorry if I caused problems between you two,” I said.
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“Don’t be,” he sighed. “We’ve been having… discussions about family expectations. This just brought things to a head. But Mom?”
“Yes?”
“That was some invoice. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
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I laughed. “I raised you, didn’t I? I know a thing or two about standing my ground.”
A week passed. The incident faded from my immediate thoughts as life went on. I was out gardening, up to my elbows in soil, when my phone buzzed with a Venmo alert.
$40 from Brittany.
Caption: To settle my debt. Please don’t charge me interest 😂
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I let out a laugh so loud the neighbor’s cat jumped from the fence.
That evening, I did what a real grandma would: donated it to the local children’s hospital in Noah’s name.
Because you never beat pettiness with more pettiness — you do it with grace, glitter, and a spreadsheet.
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Dеbrа Wingеr, whоsе реrfоrmаnсеs in thе 1980’s аrе еtсhеd in оur hеаrts, is stunning аt 67
In a timeless tale of romance, Naval Officer Zack Mayo swept factory worker Paula into his arms and carried her from her workplace, leaving fans everywhere wishing they were the beautiful Debra Winger.
The legendary scene in the romantic drama an Officer and a Gentleman–where Richard Gere played Officer Zack Mayo, the handsome hero in navy whites–became the benchmark of love stories for daydreaming fans.
Acting alongside Hollywood’s hottest men, Debra Winger was the envy of many.
Today, Winger, 67, is as beautiful as ever. In the past few years, Winger has posted photos herself on Instagram, first with brown hair and now to a natural wavy gray.
Winger’s first starring role was in the 1976 film Slumber Party ‘57, which led to a part on the hit TV series Wonder Woman (1979), where she played Drusilla, the younger sister to Lynda Carter’s Diana Prince/Wonder Woman. Winger was asked to appear more often but concerned she’d be typecast by that role, she declined.
There were no regrets for that decision, the early ‘80s would be prosperous for the rising star.
At the height of her young career, she received numerous nods from the Academy and Golden Globes for performances in three iconic movies of the 1980’s.
In 1980, she starred in Urban Cowboy, with John Travolta, who at the time was driving fans wild with his smooth dance moves in Saturday Night Fever (1977) and Grease (1988); as Paula in an Officer and a Gentleman (1982) and in Terms of Endearment (1983), where she played Emma, a dying young woman with an over-bearing mother, Aurora, played by Shirley MacLaine.
Despite her huge success, Winger, carving hours from her acting schedule, took a mini Hollywood hiatus, and more than four decades after her rise to stardom, speculation of why she left is still circulating.
Most of these rumours revolve around the feuds that Winger had with her co-stars.
Though fans couldn’t get enough of the handsome Gere, it’s been widely reported that Winger had enough of him on the set.
According to an excerpt published on ABC News from the book, “An Actor and a Gentleman,” by co-star, Louis Gossett Jr., who played Sgt. Emil Foley: “The onscreen chemistry between the two of them was terrific, but it was a different story once the camera was turned off. They couldn’t have stayed farther apart from each other.”
Gossett also claims that Winger didn’t think much of Gere’s acting and wrote that she once described Gere as “a brick wall.” And, the film’s director, Taylor Hackford, whom she also did not likе, she referred to as “animal.”
It wasn’t only people on that film that ruffled her feathers.
Winger, a free spirit in real life and in her role as Emma, also clashed with the prolific MacLaine, a glamourous, eccentric and seasoned veteran.
Their first meeting set the stage for their relationship.
“To see how my character would feel I was wearing all my leftover movie-star fur coats,” MacLaine said in an interview with People. “There was Debra dressed in combat boots and a miniskirt…I thought, ‘Oh my goodness.’”
People writes, “Indeed, the set became the source of Hollywood’s most relished rumors. Winger wanted top billing. One reportedly slugged the other.”
And then, the women were pitted against each other in the Oscars when they were both nominated for best actress.
MacLaine, taking the trophy home, said in her acceptance speech, “I deserve this!”
Rumors aside, Winger insists she “pushed the pause button” on Hollywood for personal reasons and not professional.
“The parts that were coming, I wasn’t interested in. I’d already done that or I’d already felt that. I needed to be challenged. My life challenged me more than the parts, so I dove into it fully,” Winger told People.
After starring in the 1995 romcom Forget Paris with Billy Crystal, Winger took a six-year break.
In that time, she moved to New York City and shifted her focus to actor Arliss Howard, whom she married in 1996. The pair have a son, Gideon Babe, who was born in 1997, and she is stepmother to Sam, Howard’s son from a previous marriage. She also has another biological child, Noah Hutton, whom she mothered while married to her first husband, Timothy Hutton (1986 to 1990).
She reappeared in the 2001 film Big Bad Love, that was directed and produced by her husband, who also co-starred alongside Winger and Rosanna Arquette, who’s next project was 2002 film Searching for Debra Winger. As director of the documentary, Arquette attempts to answer why Winger temporarily аbаndоned her career at peak performance.
Winger gained some momentum with roles in Rachel Getting Married (2008) with Anne Hathaway, the 2017 romcom The Lovers, and the crime-comedy, Kajillionaire (2020).
In 2021, she was in With/In, Volume two of the anthological drama film, in the segment Her Own, which is written and directed by her husband, who also co-stars.
“I don’t know what Hollywood is. I’m living under the freaking sign now, and I just stare at it and laugh. Los Angeles is a place, but the idea of Hollywood doesn’t really exist for me,” Winger said, adding, “…although there must be some in-crowds that I just don’t know about.”
We can’t imagine a Hollywood without Debra Winger and we hope she soon gets to take home an Academy Award ! What are your favorite Winger movies?
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