When Irene’s 14-year-old son, Ben, came home looking frustrated, she quickly found out that their smug neighbor, Mr. Peterson, refused to pay Ben for washing his car all month. Mr. Peterson claimed the car wasn’t spotless and used it as an excuse not to pay the $200 Ben had earned for his hard work.
Furious but composed, Irene decided to take matters into her own hands. The next morning, she approached Mr. Peterson, reminding him of their verbal agreement and mentioning the pictures Ben had taken of the car after every wash. Irene hinted at potential legal action, warning Mr. Peterson of the consequences if he didn’t pay. Startled, Mr. Peterson quickly handed over the $200 in cash.
When Irene returned home and gave Ben the money, he was shocked but proud of his mom’s determination. She taught him an important lesson: never let anyone take advantage of your hard work. They celebrated with lunch together, and Ben even considered applying for a new job at an ice cream parlor, knowing that if anything went wrong, his mom had his back.
I Fainted during a Family Gathering Because My Husband Won’t Help with Our Newborn to Let Me Sleep
My husband and I were meant to be a team when we welcomed our first child, but he turned on me. Recently, I experienced one of the most embarrassing and eye-opening moments of my life. Let me backtrack a bit. My husband, Jake, 29, and I welcomed our beautiful daughter, Tilly, three weeks ago.
Whenever I ask Tilly’s father for help, he says, “Let me relax; my paternity leave is so short.” I’ve struggled alone with sleepless nights, and things went too far last Saturday during a family gathering. As the party progressed, Jake was busy telling everyone, “I needed this paternity leave because I couldn’t imagine how much more exhausted I would have been working AND taking care of the baby.”
Exhausted, I fainted right there in the middle of the party. I awoke to concerned family members and Jake’s frown. He later exploded at home, annoyed that I embarrassed him, accusing me of making him “look bad!”
Just as I was about to leave for my mom’s place, my in-laws arrived with a professional nanny they had hired. “She’s here to help with the baby and to teach Jake about caring for her,” my MIL explained. They also insisted I go on a spa retreat for a week.
Overwhelmed by their kindness, I immediately agreed. The week was blissful and helped me recover. Back home, the changes were remarkable! The nanny had put Jake through a rigorous “baby boot camp.” He learned to change diapers, cook baby meals, soothe a crying baby, and manage a sleep schedule. Jake greeted me with a heartfelt apology, having sold his vintage guitars to pay for the nanny and my retreat, showing his commitment to our family.
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