A doctor was called for an emergency at the hospital and didn’t have anyone to leave her three kids with, but suddenly, she saw the garbageman and got an idea. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she returned home.
“Now? Are you sure Dr. Morris is not available?” I asked Nurse Carey on the phone, although I was already changing my clothes and thinking hard.
“No, Dr. Sanders. Dr. Morris is currently driving across state lines trying to get here. You live close by, so I thought I would call. The interns have no idea what they’re doing. I know it’s your day off, but I didn’t know what else to do. Will you be able to come?” Nurse Carey said, trying not to sound worried, but I knew they needed me.
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“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I just need to find a babysitter,” I replied and hung up, immediately dialing Vicky, who was the only person who could somewhat handle my three crazy kids.
I’ve been a surgeon for a long time, but I used to have my husband, Peter. My rock. He became a stay-at-home dad when the realities of having three children became too much. But he passed away from a sudden heart attack while I was in the middle of another surgery.
My entire house… wait, was this my house? It couldn’t be.
Now, I had to constantly find babysitters for the children when unexpected emergencies happened. I couldn’t handle them. I had no patience, and it was silly to think that any babysitter would be able to handle them either. Two babysitters quit after one day of work, and word got around that my kids Johnny, 9, Christie, 7, and Lucy, 3, were menaces.
I mean… they were not wrong. But they didn’t have to put me in this position. Now, only Vicky ever said yes. Usually, I paid through the roof for the local daycare center when I was scheduled regularly at work, but I couldn’t rush them in today. It was already noon on a Friday, and I would feel bad sending them.
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“I’m sorry, Opal. I can’t babysit today. I’m sick and can barely move,” Vicky said when I called. I told her to get some rest and hung up the phone. I hated the staff at the hospital daycare, and they hated me in return. But I was out of ideas. I would have to wrangle with my children and go there.
But suddenly, I heard all the kids yelling, “Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob!”
I sighed. They didn’t have an uncle. The local garbageman was so friendly and sweet that they started calling him uncle as soon as they could speak. I had known him for over ten years, and my kids adored him.
Johnny opened the front door, and all my babies went outside to greet him. I might have to call the hospital, I thought. I was never going to get those kids back into the house to be dressed on time.
But I did smile at the sight of them playing with Bob. My kids had turned into devils when their father died. The therapist said it was normal and would pass, but I wasn’t so sure. I felt like a failure. Like my mothering instincts were faulty or something. I didn’t know what to do.
But as I watched the kids hug and ask Uncle Bob to play, I had an idea. “That’s it,” I told myself and ran to Bob.
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“Bob, I have a crazy request. I know you’re busy. But I was wondering if you would babysit my kids for 25 minutes. I have to check something urgent at the hospital, and I have no one else,” I begged, and my kids looked at me with wide eyes filled with happiness.
“Sure, Dr. Sanders. I can watch them for a while,” he replied, nodding and smiling. My children jumped and cheered.
“They’re more than a handful, though. I’m warning you,” I said sheepishly.
“Don’t worry. You go ahead. Your job is important,” he told me, and I ran off, hoping my house would not be entirely destroyed by the time I returned.
The situation took more than 25 minutes, as Dr. Morris got stuck in traffic, and the patient became even more urgent. I was rushed into an operating room, and I couldn’t get away until three hours later. I felt so bad for Bob, who obviously had his own work to finish.
I drove home as quickly as I could. “Bob! Bob! I’m sorry!” I yelled breathlessly as I opened my door, but I froze.
My entire house… wait, was this my house? It couldn’t be. My house was always littered with toys, crayons, paper, and sometimes smears of peanut butter. I know. Gross. Don’t judge me.
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“Dr. Sanders, how was your surgery? Everything alright?” Bob asked as he appeared from the hallway.
“What happened here? My house… is unrecognizable. And why aren’t the kids screaming and running around?” I asked, so confused and shocked.
“Lucy is napping, and Christie and Johnny are in their rooms, reading,” he told me, and I swear, my jaw hit the floor.
“What? Are you kidding me?”
“No, go see.”
I had to go, and my eyes couldn’t believe it either. But Bob had told me the truth. “How did you do this?”
“Oh, Dr. Sanders. I was a single father raising kids once. Mine were ten times worse than these three angels,” Bob laughed. “I taught them to pick up after themselves and narrated them fairy tales. Your kids ate that up. You might want to buy them more books.”
I nodded, starstruck. No one in my life had ever called my kids “angels,” and they had never been interested in the few books I got. “I can’t believe it,” I whispered.
“It was easy. But now I have to go,” Bob said, picking up his work jacket from the back of a chair.
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“Oh, yes. I’m so sorry about being late. I’m so embarrassed,” I said, touching my forehead. “I’ll pay you triple for that.”
“No. No. I don’t need money,” Bob shook his head, raising his hands.
“Please. For your time,” I insisted with my stern look. People at the hospital were afraid of that look, so I knew Bob would not be able to reject the money.
“Ok, I’ll treat the kids to something nice,” he laughed. “Goodbye, Dr. Sanders. Have a nice day!”
“Thank you!” I yelled out, exhausted.
***
My kids behaved for the rest of the day, and I almost cried. It was the best day ever.
So, I called Bob and offered him a full-time nanny job, tripling his current salary and adding more health benefits since I had connections at the hospital. He accepted in the end, and I was so thankful that I gave him a Christmas bonus and plane tickets to his family could visit Disneyland in California later that year.
Minha sogra gananciosa comeu meu jantar e fez uma postagem no Facebook em vez de se desculpar
Depois que uma mulher preparou o jantar para seus filhos, marido e sogra, ela deixou sua porção de comida para si mesma enquanto completava uma tarefa. Quando ela voltou para comer, a comida que ela guardou havia desaparecido.
Uma mulher foi ao Reddit para descobrir se ela estava sendo irracional em sua reação às ações de sua sogra quando ela fez o jantar para toda a família. Ela ficou horrorizada com o evento.
A mulher contou que sua sogra estava em sua casa para jantar e esclareceu que, a menos que fosse um grande evento, sua família comeria no salão, deixando que ela servisse a porção de cada um.
Uma família reunida em volta de uma mesa de jantar | Fonte: Getty Images
A mulher esclareceu que não teve problemas em servir a refeição de todos e levá-la a eles. Ela tinha feito almôndegas suecas com molho, purê de batata, brócolis e pão caseiro, que ela distribuiu e serviu para sua família. No entanto, o que aconteceu depois a incomodou.
O que a sogra da mulher fez?
Depois que a mulher serviu o jantar para sua família, ela deixou sua porção na cozinha enquanto foi lá fora para cuidar de algumas roupas que ela tinha pendurado antes. Ela então voltou para sua cozinha para pegar sua comida.
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A mulher serviu cada porção generosamente, servindo mais do que ela achava que sua família seria capaz de comer. No entanto, quando ela voltou para a cozinha, a comida que ela tinha servido para si mesma tinha sumido. Ela compartilhou :
“Perguntei se alguém sabia o que tinha acontecido com a comida no banco, e MIL interrompeu e disse que queria mais um pouco.”
Depois que sua sogra contou o que aconteceu, a mulher notou que o prato de sua sogra estava cheio de almôndegas. A mulher pensou que sua sogra tinha servido mais comida do que ela conseguia comer.
Uma mulher idosa comendo na cozinha | Fonte: Getty Images
Embora a mulher tenha ficado chocada, ela acreditava que talvez tivesse feito pouca comida para sua sogra e decidiu comer fast food mais tarde naquela noite, pois pensou que sua sogra pudesse estar “com muita fome”. No entanto, as ações subsequentes de sua sogra a chocaram.
O que aconteceu depois?
A mulher estava bem com a sogra pegando sua porção de comida, mas ficou chateada com o que aconteceu depois. Quando a sogra comeu até ficar satisfeita, ela perguntou se poderia ter um recipiente para levar o restante da comida para casa para o jantar na noite seguinte.
Mulher furiosa sendo consolada por um homem | Fonte: Getty Images
Ela ficou muito irritada com a sogra e disse que a comida que sobrou era para ser seu jantar naquela noite, não para ela levar para casa para jantar na noite seguinte.
Depois de ouvir isso, a sogra da mulher disse que ela poderia ficar com a comida restante. A mulher recusou, explicando que não queria comer as sobras do jantar da sogra e dando a ela um recipiente para levar a comida para casa.
Mais tarde, o marido da mulher perguntou a ela o que havia acontecido. Ela explicou que estava chateada porque tinha cozinhado a refeição e não conseguiu comê-la e estava com fome. O marido da mulher concordou e mandou uma mensagem para sua mãe para avisá-la que ela estava passando dos limites e pediu que ela se desculpasse.
No entanto, em vez de se desculpar, a mãe da mulher disse que ela tinha sido rude e deveria ter cozinhado mais, prevendo que sua sogra poderia querer levar comida para casa.
A sogra então foi às redes sociais para compartilhar a história, com aqueles que viram as postagens dizendo que a mulher era uma péssima anfitriã e errada por não cozinhar o suficiente para sua sogra levar comida para casa. Ela disse :
“Devo acrescentar também que estou grávida e sinto que às vezes posso ser bastante irracional por causa dos hormônios.”
A resposta à sua pergunta foi retumbante, com muitos internautas dizendo que ela não estava sendo nem um pouco irracional por esperar poder comer a refeição que ela havia preparado. Muitos a apoiaram dizendo que sua sogra foi rude por esperar sobras.
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