I can’t believe what I found today… A note from my DIL after I babysat my grandson for the weekend. Apparently, she thinks she should charge me for EVERYTHING I used while I was there! I’m absolutely FURIOUS. I’m the grandma, not her personal ATM! How in the world can she think this is okay? Am I supposed to pay for breathing in her house next?! I’m seriously at a loss here… Am I wrong to feel this way, or is this completely out of line? What would you do in my place? ⬇️ (continue reading in the first cᴑmment)

I’ve always prided myself on being a loving and supportive grandmother.

For me, family comes first. So when my daughter-in-law, Jessica, asked me

to babysit my grandson, Luke, for the weekend, I was more than happy to help out.

I adore that little boy, and spending time with him was always a joy.

It was just supposed to be a normal weekend. I packed up my overnight bag,

grabbed a few snacks for Luke and me, and headed over to their house on Friday afternoon.

Jessica and my son, Aaron, were going out of town for a much-needed getaway,

and they knew Luke would be in good hands with me. It was routine by now.

I’d taken care of Luke on several occasions, and it was always a pleasure to watch him.

But what I came home to after the weekend would leave me shaking with disbelief.

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