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Babysitting ain't an easy job to do. For the most part, the kids can be crazy and think they can get away with just about anything when their parents are gone. And even when the kids act properly, there is always the parents.

Former babysitters were recently asked to dish out the craziest thing a parent every requested of them, and the results were something else. After reading these stories, it's no surprise that many of the babysitters decided to call it a day and find a new line of work. Content has been edited for clarity.

Not Getting Paid Wasn't Even The Worst Part Of This Gig
Not Getting Paid Wasn't Even The Worst Part Of This Gig

"I looked after a baby for an entire night without pay when I was 8 years old.

I did a bit of babysitting and was asked to look after a baby, so I rode my bike about 10 miles to get to their place. The kid was a lot younger than I had been used to looking after, but the mom showed me how to change the diapers.

Then she left, didn't really say when she was back, so I fell asleep on the couch, woke up a few times, and checked on the baby.

It was the '80s, so no mobile phones, and I just assumed this is what I was supposed to do.

She turned up about 8 am the next morning, thanked me for the babysitting, and I waited awkwardly until I realized I wasn't getting paid, so I rode back home.

In retrospect, that is some next level irresponsibility, even by '80s standards.

I also still don't get how she thought that it wouldn't be paid."

When You Hate The Russians More Than You Love Your Child
When You Hate The Russians More Than You Love Your Child

"I was considered a 'catch' as a babysitter because I had experience with newborns. I was 10 years old, and my older sister was living with us because her husband was deployed. I don't know where or why. At the time, we were not at war with anybody, but the Russians were not our friends. I did the 'drop and cover' drills at school, but we grew up at ground zero (the Naval shipyard was maybe a mile away across the open water of the bay), and I knew enough about the atom bomb to know that there wouldn't be any survivors if someone dropped one around our neighborhood.

The kids I was sitting for were a 6-year-old boy, a 5-year-old boy, and a 6-month-old girl. The parents lived about five miles inland from where we lived. The parents were paranoid about the Russians; they were sure they were going to be landing in Puget Sound any day now. They had a bomb shelter in the backyard, and every time I sat for them, they would run a drill making sure I knew how to get in and seal it. I thought it was kind of fun. I had a big family, so a private 'fort' that I could sit in all alone was appealing.

On this particular night, there had been a lot of items on the news that were scary. The parents told me that they were going to Seattle for dinner and a concert an hour away by ferry, and would be home late. Then the mother turned to me with a serious expression. If there was an attack, she said, she wanted to make sure the baby was not left. The boys would be OK, but she wanted me to suffocate the baby so the 'enemy' would not get her. I was horrified, and I told her I couldn't do that. She insisted that I do it, and her husband agreed with her. I finally stammered something about there wouldn't be any attack and left it at that.

We watched TV after they left and everyone was asleep. The baby was a bit fussy, so I rocked her awhile. But looking down at that innocent face, I knew I could not harm her in any way. Fortunately, there was no attack that night. When they got home, they paid me, and then the husband took me home. When I got there, my dad was still up, asleep in his recliner. When he asked me how things had gone, I burst into tears and sobbed out the whole, awful story. He got me calmed down and said I wouldn't be babysitting for them again. I think he called the couple and talked to them about it.

But asking a 10-year-old to kill the baby if there was an enemy attack... That one gave me nightmares for a while."

She Spent The Whole Night Waiting And Calling
She Spent The Whole Night Waiting And Calling

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"My big sister and I both had to grow up pretty quick, so by the time I was 11, I was already getting requests for babysitting. These were all people from the estate and my parents knew them, so it was deemed safe enough for me to go down the street for a few hours on a Friday or Saturday night.

My rates were $10 up until midnight, and then $3 for every hour after.

Midnight: 'Oh, do you mind staying another couple of hours? Something's come up.'

'Don't worry, that's fine, what ti-'

'Oh that's great, oh and if anyone knocks on the door, ignore it.' Click. What? I brush it off, think, that's another $8 for me.

2 am: No mother in sight; give it a half an hour.

2:45 am: I start calling; there's no answer.

3:00 am: Knock at the door. Not my parents; they always had a spare key to let themselves in. Ignore.

3:05 am: Knock on the window. This followed with 15 minutes of knocking and shouting to let him in, that he knew 'we' were in there. The kids wake up; it turns out to be their dad but there's no way I can let him in. I herd them back upstairs and wait it out. Several hours and multiple unanswered calls later.

7:30 am: Kids just now waking up again, 'Where's our mum?'

I have no clue, 'Oh, she just had to bob to the office, she'll be back soon.'

8:00 am: She walks through the door, wasted off her bum with her phone in her hand. I put her to bed and take the $40 out of her purse and put a DVD in for the kids.

Obviously, I never babysat for her again."

Mom Puts Her Foot Down
Mom Puts Her Foot Down

"When I was around 13 years old, I babysat for a couple that lived eight blocks away from my house. They had one child and both parents were doctors. They were in their late-30s when they had their kid, which was considered old in the '70s.

They were nice people, and I babysat for them almost every Saturday night. Their kid was usually in bed by the time I got there, so I didn't do much.

When they got home, they would pay me a dollar an hour.

The worst part? The husband would ask me if I could walk home by myself. He was always tired and not in any condition to walk or drive.

What was I supposed to say? No? So I would bolt home, scared out of my pants. If my parents were home, I would call my dad to get me. Sometimes, he was sleeping and he had to get out of bed. The doctors would make me wait out front for him, too. They needed their sleep. Other times, my parents were out, too.

This made my parents furious - that this couple would not provide me with transportation home at 1 am on a Saturday night after babysitting. It also bugged my dad that they never rounded up my pay.

This went on for about six months. Finally, my mom had enough. The next time the doctors called me to babysit, she scolded them for not escorting or driving me home. This was all unprompted by me.

'Listen, Dr. N., my daughter is no longer going to babysit for you if you will not drive or walk her home at the end of the night. My husband and I don't think it is our responsibility to pick her up. We raised three daughters and had plenty of sitters over the years. We always gave them rides home or put them in a cab. Always. You need to step up and take responsibility.'

I was floored. My mom was full of calm, but righteous indignation. It was beautiful to witness.

'And for the record, I know this is your first child, so you may not know these things, but it's customary to round up when calculating the pay. The quarter hour payment is ridiculous. Especially because you're not driving her home. Surely you can spare a few quarters for your son.'

My mom schooled the doctors! It was beautiful. Mrs. Doc apologized profusely and thanked my mother for letting her know. She said that she and her husband were grateful that I was always available and that I was close by. From then on, they would drive me home and round up.

'I appreciate that. Thank you. Here's Mary.'

I continued to babysit for them until high school. Then I got a life."

Their Lifestyle Finally Caught Up With Them
Their Lifestyle Finally Caught Up With Them

"I would babysit for a friend of my parents when I was between the ages of 12 and 15. The parents were big partiers, but I actually liked the fact that they stayed out late because I was paid by the hour. They would come home wasted and eventually the father started asking me to drive myself home in his new BMW. He would sit in the passenger seat while I drove and drive himself back to his place after dropping me off. I'm sure he thought this was a safer alternative to him driving me home wasted, but not only was I underage, but I was also not a particularly good driver.

Unfortunately, years later, his wife did kill herself in a single-car accident involving drinking. It was sad that her children lost their mother. I had always liked her despite her issues."

She Was Willing Do A Lot Of Things, Just Not That
She Was Willing Do A Lot Of Things, Just Not That


"I would say the most inappropriate thing I was asked to do was hit the children. It was never going to happen, but I knew in the first minute and a half of that job that I would never go back.

I was either 12 or 13 years old at the time. The woman called me after another woman I babysat for every once in a while had recommended me. The first woman was no delight to sit for either. She once counted popcorn kernels in a paper bag with each child's name on it. Each child could have no more than 50 kernels in their microwaved lunch bag of popcorn.

It was a weird vibe just walking in. The mom was sort of wild-eyed hostile for no apparent reason, and it was chaotic from the get-go. She had two beautiful little girls, one of whom was a young preschooler who didn't speak. The little girl saw me, toddled partway over, stooped to pick up a dead squirrel by the tail, and held it up so I could see it. Without hesitation or a single word, the mom backhanded the child across the face and sent her flying. She kicked the squirrel aside, picked up the girl, smacked her on the bottom, and told me to follow her into the house. At least one time and probably more during her instructions to me, she told me to 'just smack 'em' if they did anything wrong.

Yeah, no, I'm not doing that.

The fun part of all of this was that as I mentioned in some other weird-babysitting-anecdote answers after she gave me my instructions she placed a big stack of cash on the microwave. Then she turned around, pointed a finger at my face, and told me that if any was gone, she'd know I'd stolen it. Her husband ended up getting home before she did, and he paid me from the microwave cash before driving me home. I was never asked back (I wouldn't have gone), but I always wondered if she went back and saw money missing and yelled that she knew it."

She Could Only Handle So Much
She Could Only Handle So Much

"I was a nanny to two of the most emotionally disturbed kids I'd ever seen. They were kids of divorce and lived with their Fundamental-Christian mom. They were 7 and 9.

The dad was only interested in speaking to the 7-year-old (girl). She would hide in her bedroom and talk to her dad on the phone for hours, always whispering. The dad wouldn't even bother talking to the boy. He was desperate for attention from his dad but this man would hang up the phone if the girl gave the phone to her brother. This resulted in a LOT of acting out violently from the boy.

So obviously you know what I thought was going on. I shared my concerns with the mom, to no avail. She dismissed it time after time.

I was informed to never let the dad in the house or let him take the kids (custody battle). The problem was, any time I said no to this little girl, she'd run to her room and call daddy on me. He'd show up threatening to hurt me for not indulging his little girl's every whim.

One incident ended up with me trying to call the cops on him and the girl taking my phone and smashing it on a tile floor, then her grabbing the home phone and running to the room to call the cops on ME for not allowing her daddy to take her away because I was hurting her. I told her that her brother got to pick the movie because she picked one the day before.

The cops showed up, and while they were interviewing the dad and daughter, the mom came home. She defended me and the cops ended up telling the dad not to violate the court-mandated custody agreement. The girl locked herself in the room and the mom looked at me, sighed, and said: 'You know what it is? I forgot to pray today.'

I quit."

This Child Was Treated Like An Outcast In His Own Home
This Child Was Treated Like An Outcast In His Own Home

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"In high school, I babysat just one night for these strange parents who were friends of my grandmother (who was not a nice woman and didn't have nice friends). The children were two 5-year-olds within a few months of each other. One was adopted.

The parents told me that their biological son, X, was allowed to play Grand Theft Auto in his bedroom for as long as he wanted (well into the night) and that they had a stash of candy for just him and there were no restrictions. Yes, he was a brat.

But then the parents told me about the other 5-year-old, Y, whom they had adopted a few months prior. They actually told me 'he's not allowed to leave the living room because he's adopted.'

And that was their only reasoning. Their only explanation.

Because he's adopted.

Y had to stay in the living room and just watch TV while X, the biological son of his new parents, played video games in his own bedroom.

It was shocking, and to this day I can't fathom or understand those people's reasoning. I can't imagine what else he was denied or how else his treatment was altered just because he was adopted."

She Always Wondered Why They Couldn't Keep A Sitter
She Always Wondered Why They Couldn't Keep A Sitter

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"When I was 17 years old, I babysat for a couple who lived about 15 minutes from our house. I don't remember how I got the job, but I enjoyed the kids, and the parents were usually on time. The dad was invariably the one who drove me home.

One evening, he started stating what he considered facts: 'You're tired of all those 17-year-old boys. You're ready for a real man.' I answered awkwardly, slowly understanding where he was going with this. The drive ended, and I hurried out of the car. The next time they asked me to babysit, I thought about it and thought maybe I was just overreacting and went back. That night he and his wife were accompanied by his younger brother. Dad and younger brother drove me home. I was in the passenger seat up front. They started smoking something and handed it to me. I partook while they began to dream up schemes to hang out with me outside of the babysitting gig.

I never went back after that. In hindsight, I can understand why the mom was always so frustrated that their sitters would never stick around."

This Child's Bedtime Routine Immediately Concerned This Sitter
This Child's Bedtime Routine Immediately Concerned This Sitter

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"I babysat this family's little girl from infancy until she was 8 years old.

The family was weird. The little girl was always difficult to put to bed; she'd whine and cry and stall to prolong nighttime. One day, while getting her ready for bed, she pointed up at the medicine cabinet over the sink and said, 'Tussin?' She was almost 2 years old.

At first, I just nodded my head, 'Mhm, yeah.'

She gave me this look of frustration and thrust her finger into the air, again pointing at the medicine cabinet and shouting. 'TUSSIN' TUSSIN' TUSSIN'!' I opened the cabinet and there it was, a bottle of liquid Robitussin. Not just the regular kind either, this was Robitussin-AC, which contains some addictive properties. She was clapping as I stared at the bottle. I closed the cabinet and shook my head as she wailed over and over, 'TUSSIN' T-UUUHHHH-SSINNN!' That particular night, it took a piece of chocolate and five books to get her to fall asleep.

I couldn't let it go. I swear, nothing is more sickening than hearing a 20-month-old beg for Robitussin. My mother never gave us cough syrup or any of that rubbish. I would never in my life ingest that crap, let alone give it to a toddler. Let alone give a toddler medicine that contains narcotics! I looked the mother dead in the face when she came home that night, told her what her daughter was saying, and that it was really strange. She just laughed and said 'Yeah! It helps her sleep.'

What is wrong with that lady? How do some people make it into old age? If she makes those kinds of decisions, what else is she messing up? Inevitably, she and her husband were divorced and he, not shockingly, obtained full custody of the kid. They were both bizarre, but she more so than he. ROBITUSSIN. C'mon."

They Had A Very Specific Good-Luck Ritual
They Had A Very Specific Good-Luck Ritual

"It was one of my regular jobs to watch 2-year-old Bailey and her brother while their parents had date nights. One night, her father told me this as he and his wife left for a party:

'Ok, so I may call you later, depending on how the team is doing. If we're losing, you need to put Bailey in front of the TV because she's our good luck charm. She doesn't have to watch the game or anything, but just keep her in the room for me.'

I probably looked about as skeptical as I felt because he felt the need to add:

'I'm not, like, superstitious or anything. It's just that we always win when Bailey is in the room, and I don't want to jinx it.'

I must have agreed because an hour later, he called me and I did indeed bring the toddler to the TV room. I muted the game while the child and I played with blocks.

The team lost.

When he got home, the father questioned if I had done as instructed, and I said I had.

I was never invited back to babysit. Maybe my mojo canceled our Bailey's lucky mojo or something."

The Lifestyle Of The Uber Wealthy
The Lifestyle Of The Uber Wealthy


"The mother of this family (let's call her Mrs. Z) is about 10 years older than me and grew up two doors down from my childhood home. She used to babysit my sisters and me; we always had a blast and adored her! Fast forward about seven years, I was 16 years old, and it was my turn to be the sitter for her two children.

Mr. and Mrs. Z were wealthy, for lack of better verbiage. They were the type of rich people who were so loaded that they didn't care about price-tags. Due to this minor detail, they would give me all the cash they happened to have laying around at the end of the day. I remember being paid anywhere from $350-$500 dollars a day, for a nine-hour day. Let's average that and say I was paid $400 a day. That's $44 an hour. That's me in 2006, 16 years old and being paid an hourly wage of some veterinarians. I remember being handed this wad of cash after my first day, thinking it rude to glance at the bills in front of them, but then feeling inclined to do so after realizing the weight of the money. I felt uncomfortable and uncivilized accepting this much money. However, when I opened my mouth to protest, they just smiled and apologized that it really wasn't enough, thanking me over and over again.

You know that scene in Pulp Fiction where John Travolta opens the briefcase that probably has like, Marsellus Wallace's soul in it? Yeah. That's what it feels like when you're just barely legal to drive and you're stuffing a roll of dead presidents into your faded, pink PacSun shorts before riding back home on your bicycle.

That summer, both children attended camp; the eldest went to the park district and the youngest was enrolled in an academic-type program for autistic children. Mrs. Z would be gone by the time I arrived in the morning, and Mr. Z would leave shortly thereafter for work. The only responsibilities I had were as follows: put the little boy on the bus in the morning, drive the girl to her summer camp a few minutes up the street, retrieve them both at the end of the day, and make them dinner. The parents weren't the 'here's a list of exactly what to do/make the kids for dinner' type. They were more of the 'Dinner? Oh yeah, chicken nuggets? Brownies? They like brownies!' type. Who doesn't want brownies for dinner? Whatever, we're all eating brownies for dinner and don't you complain! And we did. A half an hour in the morning and an hour for when the kids were back from camp, they told me to just stay and hang out for the time in between.

So I had just turned 16 and didn't have a car. No problem! The Zs had a few to lend me. The first morning of babysitting, Mr. Z was running a little late and hurriedly pointed to a set of keys on the counter as he flew out the door. I knew of three cars they owned; the red Corvette wasn't parked in the garage, Mr. Z sped away in his BMW, leaving the new, dark silver Hummer H-3 sitting on the street all by his lonesome. I panicked. There was no, 'Okay, we're leaving you the new Hummer, be careful' conversation. Nothing. These people gave the keys to a $54,000 vehicle to a 16-year-old Chicago kid with mismatched socks.

I remember calling the mom like, 'Hey, Mr. Z left me the keys to the Hummer, but I could just walk Mary to school.'

She said something to the effect of, 'What? Are you insane? Take it! Go shopping while the kids are away! Go get some coffee or a manicure!' Just like that. Like it wasn't anything. Like I was crazy for even hesitating.

So that's exactly what I did. For a kid like me, a teenage girl growing up in a working-class household in the city, this was totally unreal. I felt special. To be honest, though, I was probably the best person to trust with all this stuff. I was responsible, and though at times a bit of a jerk, I would never take advantage of privileges given to me. I remember driving that thing through the well-to-do suburb they lived in. I'd pick up a couple of my girlfriends and we'd ride around, smiling and waving at guys like we were the most boss things in existence. It was good times.

The Zs were always kind and generous. For the following two New Year's Eves, they offered to take me on vacation in Aruba, to help out with the children. I, of course, accepted, and it's been one of the coolest things I've ever done. It was an unimaginable opportunity for me, especially at that age. They paid for everything of mine (airfare, hotel room, meals, drinks) and even paid me at the end of the trip.

I did have to do a lot of work on these trips and at home when the kids didn't have programs or school. The little boy was autistic, so many everyday tasks were challenging. He was a sharp kid and was sweet, I just had to learn different ways of communicating with him in order to break through his sensory issues. Caring for him required patience and deep breathing. When he would get agitated or tired, he would throw horrendous screaming tantrums and it would take an hour at times to calm him down. It was unnerving, but he's doing a lot better now and is getting all the help he needs. The little girl was cute and all that, but she was quite spoiled and precocious for her age; she was a handful!

I found it a little unconventional that Mrs. Z bought me a lot of expensive things on vacation. It was thoughtful and charitable of her, but it did make me feel a little uneasy to accept these gifts. Mr. Z was the breadwinner of the household, so Mrs. Z was given hefty allowances. Mr. Z wasn't too frugal but would make it obvious when he felt like his wife's spending was unnecessary. On one occasion while out with the family, she asked him to look at a pair of ridiculously expensive leather boots she was dead-set on owning. I don't remember the brand but it was either Gucci or Burberry. He whined and said, 'C'mon, it's the recession.' To my horror, she and her daughter immediately started laughing and mocked him, 'It's the recession; it's the recession!' I was embarrassed for them in a way and felt so out of place. He caved and bought them for her.

So yeah, in my opinion, the above listed (and some not included) are not common or appropriate things to offer to a babysitter. However, I am NOT complaining! It was fantastic, but personally, I would never trust a 16-year-old with a $54,000 vehicle. Or pay them $400 for doing two hours of work. I wish I could quit my job and go back to babysitting for the Zs; unfortunately, the kids are able to look after themselves now."

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