MY MOTHER-IN-LAW DEMANDED $600 FOR WATCHING OUR DOG WHILE I WAS IN LABOR – I AGREED, BUT NOT WITHOUT A STIPULATION
Just days before I was due to give birth, I asked my husband, Jake, to make arrangements for someone to care for our dog, Rich. He told me his mother, Abigail, would handle it.
The delivery was exhausting, yet seeing our baby for the first time made it all worthwhile. When we finally got back home—tired but elated—I noticed a note left on the kitchen counter. I expected a sweet “Welcome Home” greeting. Instead, it read: “You owe me $600 for looking after Rich. My time isn’t free. Here’s my bank information.”
Initially, I thought she was joking. She wasn’t. She was dead serious.
A week later, Abigail dropped by to meet the baby. The first thing out of her mouth was, “So, Doris, when should I expect that payment? I believe I’ve waited long enough.”
I responded with a courteous smile. “Of course, Abigail. You’ll be paid—BUT THERE’S A CATCH.”
She tilted her head, clearly caught off guard. “A catch?”
I nodded. “Yes. If you’re going to bill me like a business, then I’ll need an invoice—itemized, with dates and times. Also, documentation of Rich’s meals, walks, vet check-ups, any services rendered. You understand, right? Just standard procedure when hiring someone.”
Jake’s face turned pale. Abigail blinked rapidly, clearly not expecting that level of formality.
“Well, I… I didn’t think—”
“Right,” I said, calmly rocking the baby in my arms. “Because you thought we’d just hand you money out of guilt. But if you’re working for us, we need receipts. Proof.”
She left that day without another word. And I honestly thought that might be the end of it.
But it wasn’t.
Two days later, I got an email. She had made a literal invoice in Microsoft Word. She broke it down by the hour—$20 an hour, six hours a day. “Dog walking, feeding, emotional support,” she wrote. She even included “missed bridge night with friends” as a line item for $80.
I’ll admit it—I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because it was so her. Abigail always found a way to turn family moments into business transactions. She’s the kind of person who gives you a birthday gift with the price tag still on—then circles it with a pen.
I was about to ignore the invoice altogether when Jake sat down beside me and said, “Maybe just pay it? To keep the peace.”
I stared at him, stunned. “Do you even hear yourself? I gave birth to our child. Your mother is treating it like I went on a vacation.”
He rubbed his temples. “I know. But she’s always been like this.”
And that was the moment something clicked for me.
“Exactly,” I said. “She’s always been like this. And we’ve always let her.”
So I printed out the invoice. I wrote a check for the full amount. But then I attached my own letter.
It read:
Dear Abigail,
Thank you for caring for Rich while I was in labor. I’m paying your invoice in full, because I respect people being compensated for their time and effort. However, please understand that from now on, I will also be billing for mine.
That includes any time spent driving you to appointments, preparing meals when you visit, or babysitting your other grandkids. I value family deeply—but if this is how we’re doing things now, I’ll gladly follow suit.
Love, Doris
I sent it. No regrets.
She didn’t respond right away. But a week later, she called.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said. “Maybe I was out of line.”
I stayed quiet.
“I think I just felt… left out,” she continued. “Like everything’s changing and I don’t know where I fit anymore. Watching the dog was the only thing I felt useful for. I guess I went about it wrong.”
And that’s when I softened.
Because behind all the sharp edges and passive-aggressive notes, she was just a woman who didn’t know how to say: I want to matter.
So I said, “Abigail, if you want to be part of this family, you don’t need to send invoices. Just show up. Be present. That’s enough.”
She sighed. “Okay. I’ll try.”
And to her credit, she has.
We’re not perfect. She still occasionally brings up that check like it was some funny anecdote (it wasn’t). But she now comes by with dinner instead of demands. And last week, she even offered to watch the baby—for free.
Here’s what I’ve learned: sometimes people act out because they feel invisible. They don’t need a lecture—they need boundaries, but also compassion.
So if you’re dealing with someone who seems unreasonable, try to look past the behavior and ask: what are they really trying to say?
But never forget—respect goes both ways.
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