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.
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I Unintentionally Heard My Husband Speaking About Me to a Store Clerk in a Changing Room
Viola’s world came crashing down when she inadvertently overheard a conversation that revealed more about her husband, Ross, than she could have imagined. Her discovery led to a powerful, public declaration at their 15th anniversary celebration, where she exposed his betrayal and declared their marriage over, shocking their friends and family.
Ross and Viola’s marriage was perceived by many as ideal. They had weathered various storms together and built a life that seemed enviable on the outside. In light of their upcoming 15th anniversary, Viola proposed, “Ross, let’s throw a big party for our 15th wedding anniversary!” Ross responded affirmatively with a warm smile, showing no signs of the discord that lay beneath.
Having recently welcomed their third child, their lives were full and seemingly content. In preparation for the celebration, Viola decided to shop for a new dress to mark the occasion, telling her children, “Mommy needs a pretty dress for the party,” as she left for her favorite boutique.
At the boutique, amidst a selection of outfits, Viola’s excitement turned to shock as she recognized Ross’s voice in a nearby dressing room. His words pierced through the curtain, “My wife is…a shrinking violet, you know. She’d never wear a dress like this! Plus, she’d need two or three times a bigger size because of her fat belly, but you…you look perfect in it, baby!” The realization that Ross was not only mocking her appearance but also engaging flirtatiously with another woman left Viola stunned and heartbroken.
Reeling from the discovery, Viola managed to compose herself enough to leave the boutique without confronting Ross immediately, knowing she needed more evidence. At home, Ross’s demeanor was unchanged, playful and caring with their children, making it even harder for Viola to reconcile the man she heard with the man she saw.
“How was shopping?” Ross asked innocently upon her return. “It was fine,” Viola responded, masking her turmoil. “Didn’t find anything I liked, though.” Ross reassured her casually, oblivious to the storm brewing within her.
That evening, after ensuring their children were asleep, Viola’s need for answers led her to snoop through Ross’s phone. Her suspicions were confirmed when she found flirty messages with someone named Jenna. The discovery compelled Viola to hire a private investigator, desperate to uncover the full extent of Ross’s infidelity.
As she waited for the results, Ross noticed her distant demeanor, asking if she was okay. Viola lied, attributing her mood to exhaustion from caring for their baby. Ross offered his support, unaware of the investigation unfolding.
The investigator eventually provided Viola with conclusive evidence of Ross’s affair, including pictures and texts shared over months. Armed with this information, Viola decided to confront Ross publicly at their anniversary party.
On the day of the party, Viola stayed out of sight until Ross introduced her to their guests. As she approached, Ross complimented her, unaware of the storm about to break. “Honey, you look amazing. What did you do? I thought you were a—” he started to say, but Viola cut him off sharply, “A shrinking violet?” The room fell silent as Ross realized that his deception was uncovered.
Viola took this moment to address their friends and family gathered, revealing the painful truth. “I overheard Ross telling a saleswoman that I am a shrinking violet and overweight. It broke my heart, but it also made me realize I deserve better. So, I’ve decided to end our marriage. I deserve someone who loves and respects me for who I am,” she declared, her voice filled with resolve.
The guests reacted with a mixture of shock and support, some applauding Viola’s courage. Ross, unable to respond, stood frozen as Viola continued, “Unfortunately, I can’t meet my husband’s requirements for a wife. He said I need two or three times a bigger size because of my fat belly. Well, Ross, I’m done trying to fit your mold.”
With those final words, Viola thanked everyone and left the party, feeling a mixture of relief and empowerment. She walked out into the cool evening, her head held high, ready to begin a new chapter in her life free from deception and disrespect.
Viola’s bravery in confronting her husband publicly marked a turning point in her life. As she drove away, her phone lit up with messages of support from friends, reinforcing her decision to stand up for herself and seek happiness elsewhere. “Thank you. I needed to do this for me. It’s time for a fresh start,” she texted back, looking forward to a future filled with self-respect and freedom.
This episode in Viola’s life was a profound declaration of her worth and a refusal to be diminished by anyone, especially her spouse. It highlighted the resilience and strength that come from facing painful truths and making tough decisions, serving as a testament to the empowerment that follows taking
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