When my husband and I pulled up to Tyler’s barbecue, we were expecting a nice meal and quality time with family—not an ambush. Tyler and his wife, Brittany, had set us up. They tricked us into watching their kids. They took advantage of us! But if they thought we’d just go along with it, they were in for a surprise.
My husband and I have been happily married for over two decades. He has a son, Tyler (34M), who’s married to Brittany (32F). We’ve always tried to be there for them, stepping in to help when needed.
But what happened last weekend? That was beyond anything we’d ever experienced.
Tyler and Brittany invited us over for a barbecue, and we gladly accepted. We showed up right on time—only to realize THE PARTY HAD ALREADY ENDED.
Their friends were chatting, laughing, grabbing their belongings, and heading toward the door. And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Tyler turned to us and said, “We’re all heading out. YOU TWO CAN STAY AND WATCH THE KIDS. Oh, and the other guests’ kids too. That makes seven in total.”
Excuse me? WHAT?!
This wasn’t some last-minute mix-up. It was a setup. They had orchestrated the whole thing, deliberately leaving us with a house full of children while they went off to enjoy themselves.
I felt my stomach drop. We had been used.
As soon as they were gone, my husband turned to me. “We shouldn’t just silently accept this.” I nodded.
And then a BRIGHT IDEA struck me. Oh, they were about to learn a lesson they’d never forget! We will teach them the true meaning of respect and appreciation.
We spent the next few hours playing with the children. By half past nine, all seven children were tucked into beds, fast asleep.
At half past ten, I picked up my phone and called Brittany.
I gasped dramatically into the phone. “Brittany! It’s a disaster! You need to come home now!” Then I hung up.
My phone continued to buzz with calls and texts. I ignored them all.
Twenty minutes later, the front door burst open, and Tyler, Brittany, and their friends rushed in.
Brittany looked around frantically. “What happened? Is everyone okay? The kids?”
I replied smoothly. “The kids are all tucked in upstairs.”
Tyler’s jaw practically hit the floor. “Wait—you told me it was a nightmare!”
I dismissed with a casual wave. “Oh, the real nightmare was your lack of courtesy, my dear. Since you were so eager to drop your kids on us at the last minute, I thought it was only fair to remind you what real responsibility looks like.”
We gathered our things and headed out.
The next weekend, we extended an invitation for a “family dinner” at our place.
Right on schedule, Tyler walked in with a bottle of wine, while Brittany cradled their youngest child.
But instead of my usual homemade spread, the dining table was covered with takeout boxes.
I clapped my hands together. “Change of plans! We need to step out for a little while. Hope you two don’t mind holding down the fort for us!”
Mark was already reaching for his coat. “Oh, and don’t forget to keep an eye on the neighbor’s dog.”
Brittany’s face paled. “You’re joking… right?”
We had a relaxing evening, enjoying dinner at our favorite restaurant.
By the time we returned three hours later, Tyler and Brittany looked completely drained.
Mark let out a laugh. “Not so easy when someone hands you a big responsibility out of nowhere, huh?”
Brittany let out a deep breath. “Alright, alright. We get it. We should have asked before assuming you’d watch the kids for us.”
Later, as we all sat down together for a meal, the tension melted away.
As they were heading out, Brittany pulled me into a hug.
“I’m really sorry for taking advantage of you,” she murmured. “It won’t happen again.”